Winston Lowell understood that Adrian Hawthorne had saved face for him this time, but he wouldn't be so courteous again. It was his own fault for getting carried away and giving away so much fabric as favors. He had thought Adrian wouldn't notice such a small amount, but the man had tallied it up on an abacus, calculating the exact amount down to the last thread, as if he had X-ray vision.
Winston Lowell subconsciously wiped the sweat from his brow, his admiration for Adrian Hawthorne reaching a new peak. He resolved never to try any petty tricks again. He would follow his Boss wholeheartedly.
The others felt the same way. Only by following the Boss could they live a good life and reach the pinnacle of success. They couldn't let themselves be blinded by trivial gains, throwing away a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed.
