Faced with Sheyan’s request, Parker straightened his tie.
“Sure, no problem. Jenny, bring 3 cups of coffee to my office. Mine without milk and sugar, thanks.”
Parker’s office had a relatively simple design. The shelf behind his office desk laid out various cultural relics seized from the Na'vi folks. At the side of his table, a pandora crystal suspended in midair. A portrait of an olive-ball sports team hung on the nearby wall. Only after the secretary delivered the coffee, withdrew, and shut the door, did Sheyan earnestly begin.
“I’m here to persuade you, Mr Parker. I’m currently employed by a fine gentleman with extraordinary economical backing. Please forgive me, I cannot reveal his name. My mission is to capture a female Na'vi infant from planet Pandora. Therefore, thinking for me life, I require the RDA company’s current detailed report of planet Pandora, including the various life forms, their characteristics, the surrounding topography diagrams and others.”