Oh no, Mina was flirting with him. Knowing her, Renault knew that meant that nothing good was about to happen. "Well, uh, a-anyways, my appointment's not for another week and a half, so, uh, I'll see you then!"

And off he goes, running for his life.

"Sh-shut it-- Shut it up, you!"

"...eep"

How it ended:
Renault shakes the customer's hand after a successful transaction while his employees load a rope bridge into a truck to deliver it. "Thanks for buying that. ...I still don't think highly of Sonic, by the way."

"..."

"Jet."

"What in the absolute sugar-frosted golden cinnamon toast fuck."

-- He then shoves the racer to the ground and catches [reader] watching the altercation, unable to get a good look at them. "The fuck you want, assnugget?"

-- the racer sneered, only to get his collar grabbed by Renault.

"Look here, asswipe. I've seen the boss pilot his Extreme Gear using nothing but a Guitar Hero controller, and he *still* left his competition in the dust. You keep the boss' name out of your Gods-damned mouth, got it?!" --

"Throwing a cocktail party, eh, Jet?"

-- "Did we have a company party last night where someone broke out the Mississippi Queen?"

Renault checks his comm device and squawks in panic.

"Shitpissfuckgodsdammit I need to get ready to go with my treasurer to send my yearly expense report to the guys funding the garage!"

(( Please stop me ))

(I'm still amazed you somehow managed to play a Legend rank race online with a Guitar Hero controller and win)