I knew they were saying this just to get a rise out of me, but I had no interest in arguing anymore.
"I hope so. I’ll keep trying."
Thorne flashed a modest smile before gazing into the distance as if lost in thought.
"You guys probably don’t realize this, but the owner of this place is ridiculously well-connected. They even have ties in Washington, saying they have access to the highest levels of power wouldn’t be an exaggeration. If I could just get in touch with them, my family’s business could reach an entirely new level."
"The owner’s connections aren’t that impressive," I said casually.
"Oh? And you’d know that how?"
His smirk deepened. "Come on, Cassius. If you actually knew the owner of this place, you wouldn’t be dressed like that or pulling up in a cab."
"At least make your lies a little more convincing."
Thorne cast me a sideways glance, his expression unreadable.
"Cassius, if the owner ever heard you running your mouth like this, a single word from them could make sure you never worked a day in this country again. Do you even have the slightest clue how high society operates?"