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Drawn Battle line.
Author: ThePhenomenalScribe
last update2025-07-26 19:53:15

The skyline of Avalon had already drowned out the last hues of the sun when I walked Mr Mori out of my company building.

The air felt a lot cooler than I'd expected, unlike the man standing beside me.

Walking in silence, we soon reached the circular drive where a black sedan polished to mirror shine was waiting.

The man I suspected to be Mr Mori's assistant pulled the door open, and just as the man was about to step in, he stopped, turning around to look at me.

He had his hands clasped behind him, his sharp eyes naturally glaring at me.

"You're quite the decisive one," he spoke in English, though not clearly at the slightest. I could barely hear him. "But just so you know, your strategy didn't secure that deal. That girl did. The interpreter."

Of course. I knew that.

Taking a small pause, he grunted. "She's a very competent person. Poised despite the pressure. You should keep her."

Nodding, I replied, "That's duly noted."

"She's one of the very few who has clarity in her words.
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