The billionaire took one look at the guy standing in front of him before folding his arms. “Seriously– you knock on MY door and don’t have the common COURTESY to bring me an offering? We’ve got a very strict policy here: you want in the door? That’ll be ONE BOTTLE of brandy, please. No knock-offs, no cheap stuff…”
“just ONE bottle?” not that minding bringing one along, but just ONE? he would have brought two! then again, that would have meant that he CARED enough to actually OBTAIN one to start with. maybe next time. “you SEEM like someone who would DRINK it down in seconds or am i WRONG about that?”