Oliver straightened up then saluted once more. Dante was going to ask him why he keeps doing that, but decided otherwise. The longer that conversation went on, the worse his head would hurt afterward.
Leaning back in his chair, Dante tried to relax, only to notice that the new guy wasn't gone.
"Still need something?"
"Actually, I have one question…"
Dante clicked his tongue, feeling the growing headache.
"What is it?"
"Boss," The smile vanished from Oliver's face, and he turned serious all of a sudden. "Which one do you go by, the Red Demon, or the Cyberpunk?"
"Neither. Now, get out!"
"Got it!"
The door closed, and silence returned to the office. Dante felt that his exhaustion had increased quite a bit, and that's just from talking to one guy. After sitting around for a few minutes, he got up and placed a hand on the ice box, sending it to his storage.
"Who the hell chooses his own moniker?"
