A Minimal, Indifferent Expression

Connor, as theatrical as ever, sighed. "I'm always busy at your beck and call. Whatever you require of me, Mr. Stewart, I, Connor Millington, shall accomplish even if it kills me." Frank was speechless. Frank could not be bothered to respond to his theatrics. He maintained his aloof, indifferent demeanor. "Bring me the item. Let me see it." "Alright." Connor placed a password-protected briefcase from the floor onto the table and opened it up. A cloud of refrigerated mist dispersed from within. It contained dozens of vials of a transparent liquid medication. Picking up one of the vials, Connor explained, "I worked really hard to get this. I've already tested its effectiveness. Only a few grams of this small dose can induce deep sleep. Plus, it's odorless, tasteless, and has no side effects on the body." Frank was satisfied. He lifted his hand, and his trusted subordinate immediately stepped forward to close and take away the briefcase. Connor, usually fond of jesting and being less than