"Boy, do you know Alan?"
Joe was very nervous, and he even felt frightened.
He might have lost his money. How could he have the mood to care about Alan Aaron's.
"Wait a while, I want to make a call."
"To call someone? Oh, fine," said the man, and then he spoke to a worker, "Call the police, in case that he would say we stop him from leaving."
"Don't call the police, I am not calling for helpers. I want to call Mr. Ableson and ask him what is going on?"
"What the hell are you talking about? Who is Mr. Ableson? Are you sure you didn't mistake the place?" A worker interrupted.
"Boss, there is indeed one man called Ableson with Alan last night."
The boss frowned. Thinking for a while, he realized what happened.
"Damn it, you must have been cheated. Call that Ableson immediately!"
Joe
