I'm a Master in India

"Do you know? He came looking for us furtively, wanting to place an ad but afraid to leave a contact address."

"Did you agree to it?"

"As long as the money's good, anything is negotiable. The newspaper isn't the police; we don't care about the bank's troubles."

See, this is India. Ron couldn't help but laugh again, Kavia, you don't seem heartbroken at all now.

"I was the one who received him, and I've temporarily held onto the advertising contract."

"Listen, Kavia, you can ask me to do anything right now. If I didn't say that, I'd even feel ashamed."

"Stop it!" She scolded playfully.

"I didn't expect this guy to be near Colaba, less than three kilometers from us."

"He's staying in a private hotel. I'm not sure how long he'll stay, but he should be there for the next couple of days."

"Good, I think I should talk to him."