"Bologue! Why!"
Around noon, a shrill scream pierced through the door from the living room. Bologue leisurely glanced at the door, counting down mentally.
"One, two, three..."
On "three," the door was forcefully pushed open. Palmer, in his pajamas, looked at Bologue with a twisted expression.
Palmer loudly questioned, "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I did wake you, but you said you wanted to sleep a bit longer," Bologue retorted bluntly, "An excellent field staff should strictly adhere to time."
Palmer opened his mouth slightly, pointing at Bologue. He wanted to say more to criticize Bologue, but this was indeed his fault, and Bologue was someone he couldn't out-argue or outfight.
A fit of frustration surged within his chest. Coupled with the fatigue and alcohol aftermath of playing board games with Serey until dawn, Palmer felt dizzy and nearly collapsed.
