The spacious office suddenly felt somewhat cramped, and the chilled air from the air conditioner seemed to solidify, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.
Jack didn't know what expression to show.
Even if he was slow on the uptake, he realized that John's promotion to branch chief wasn't just because of the intelligence he provided—there were likely more significant factors at play.
Those factors were probably related to what Morimoto Chiyoda had done.
"I see. Then come back once you're done with the matter," John said. Having been in a position of power for a long time, any loss of composure on his part was momentary. He quickly suppressed it, ending the conversation in a mild tone.
In his view, Morimoto Chiyoda wasn't qualified to bear his wrath.
"No problem."
The call was abruptly terminated.
John's face, already so dark it was expressionless, now held an even more ghastly, icy gloom.
Jack sat down, hands on his knees, like a student bracing for a teacher's punishment.
