45 Hook, Line and...

Randolph forced the sense of queasiness down as he addressed the group in front of him.

"My training routine?" Pretending to be oblivious, he pushed the question forward.

"Yes!" Billy's response was full of excitement and passion, animatedly waving his hands as he talked. "How much weight was that you were lifting? 250 right? That's insane for your lean body type."

"Well, is it really that impressive? I'm sure you can do 250 yourself. Just look at those muscles."

"Well that's the thing-"

"Bill. Is it really necessary to have dragged us all the way here if all you're going to do is ramble?" Before the man could explain what he meant to Randolph, a cold voice interjected from the side.

It was the suave-looking well-dressed man at the side who had interrupted. Perhaps as if noticing Randolph's ploy, the man shot him a suspicious look.

"I'll admit that lifting that weight is admirable, but can't you do the same?"