"Well, that's a rather rude greeting," Sean purred, reminding me of an orange tabby cat I once had as a child. It used to preen itself and purr, enticing people to get closer before it swiped out at them. It was just a mean old cat, satisfied with causing pain.

"I've told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in dealing with you. Take your business elsewhere," I warned.

"You haven't even heard what I have to say," Sean rebuffed.

"And I don't intend to," ...