HENRY'S RESIDENT II

“Oh, you mean this?” Zoe said, placing the box on the center table. “I don’t want it. It’s beautiful, alright, but I mean, why are you giving it to me? To what end? I don’t need any more favors from you, Mr. Vice President.”

“I insist, Zoey,” Henry said, making Zoe groan, rolling her eyes.

“You can’t keep forcing me to accept your gifts,” Zoe said, sounding incredulous. “It’s not proper. It’s, it’s like you’re trying to buy my acceptance, but I can never accept you! It’s like you’re pumping me with all these gifts and money, so when you ask for something in return, I won’t be able to deny you that, but you see, that’s the thing, I will never allow myself to be bought with money or gifts.”

“Oh, keep quiet; everyone has a price, but listen, that’s not what I’m trying to achieve, okay.”

“Okay, so what’s the significance of this gift?” Zoe said, narrowing her gaze. “Yesterday, you gave me a pen worth… I don’t know, five thousand dollars? Then you paid my debts and gave me some extra money