Eyes. Eyes everywhere.
The Head Merchant is feeling a bit uncomfortable from all the stares he has received since earlier. At the moment, they are currently in an open waiting room as they wait for their request to be processed. Since they did head to the headquarters of the Market and asked for the President's appointment, they had to wait for a bit to create time for them to meet. Since he has no prior appointment, he will have to wait for a while. However, he has been receiving stares from the people who are passing by before them.
"Why are they staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" the head merchant asked his secretary.
"Uh...no boss. Your face is clean..."
"Then why are they glancing and looking at me like a pitiful lost child?!"
"Boss! Don't lash out! Just endure the stares for now! We don't want to get kicked out of this establishment and miss the chance to meet with the people running the market!" his secretary pleaded to his boss.