Drake covered his ears in groans of frustration as he heard the sound that reverberated outside the elevator as it started to reach the higher floors to his destination. From where the ear piercing sounds and with the shock-waves that rocked the elevator, it must had come from the room where Grant was in. Even as it died down, his mind wondered if someone had invoked The Suit's wrath that lead to such an event happening. He checked around to see if the elevator was running smoothly before he noticed that he dropped and stepped on his cigarette during the fiasco. "Shit... another wasted fag... oh well..." he sighed. He picked it up and held it in his hand to prevent himself to invoke The Suit's wrath on him for littering and wasn't ready to piss him off on the first day on the job as he was personally seeing his new employer at first glance.

The elevator let out a dinged as it reached the floor and it started to open the door, figuring he was a short walk away from where Grant’s office was located. He looked around to find a nearby trashcan where he dumped the crumpled cigarette from his hand, and made his way to the office and noticed the door was already open for him as he heard Andy begging and pleading his case for his movie as smile cracked on his face as he let out a chuckle at the kid.

“Perhaps you should focus on gonzo journalism and make a documentary instead”, spoke Drake as he looked at Andy, sitting down, leaning into one of the swivel chairs in the room, and put his notebook next to him on the table. “Unless you want some pyrotechnics and explosions, you’re going to have bad time giving that suspense of disbelief. But that’s just my opinion, amigo.” It was only an opinion that Drake had for him, not as if he knew how to make movies, but it was something that Andy would might have to consider, but it was his choice, ultimately.

“Anyway…”, Drake turned his chair around and faced Anders with his hand on his notebook. “Since I am the new chemist you traded with from my shitty former employer, perhaps you want to know the reason why they traded me. Its because the only thing that they are consistent at.. is making is shit drugs. I make quality, amigo. But if you wish to know, I can make more than just things that can make you high in what I call my ‘cookbook’ right here.” He gave two taps of his notebook as he opened it up and passed it forward to Anders. 

He heard the a silent ding from across the hall and took a look at the nice lady that was about to be dragged in, having a smile on his twisted face wondering if he would see The Suit’s wrath firsthand at someone who was asking for it.