This time, the handover work was quite difficult. Mr. Mediterranean was much more approachable than I had imagined, but the fear in his eyes never dissipated. It was clearly the look one gives to a deranged serial killer.
As he walked out of the office, Ethan seemed to hear the melodious accompaniment of "The Godfather."
His joke had failed and turned into an awkward silence.
This made him want to ask, "Mr. Mediterranean, what exactly have I done to make you so afraid of me?"
But Ethan never asked, because he felt that it would only deepen Mr. Mediterranean's fear of him. Even he could see the other party's embarrassment and difficulty, legs trembling under the table, constantly wiping sweat since Ethan entered the room. Despite the air conditioner set to 16 degrees, Mr. Mediterranean was still sweating profusely.
This didn't align with Ethan's memories of him.
