'Now left these 386 male employees. What should I do now?'
The cafe door opened, and Derek walked in. He first glanced around and spotted Das, then went to the counter and talked with the manager. He then sat in front of Das and loosened his tie.
"Isn't it hot?" Das asked. It wasn't that hot, but Derek looked sweaty.
"This happens when you suddenly go out after sitting in the air conditioner for a long time."
"What did you talk about with the manager?"
"I just asked him to make some special arrangements."
"Like?" Das was the type of person who liked questioning but hated being questioned.
"Nothing much; I just asked them to use the top class ingredients."
"Then our order will take time to arrive."
"Yeah, do you mind?"
"Nope."
'You just made this easier for me. Thanks, dad.' Das once again started filtering the search. Out of 386 employees, four were spies.