The snobby and glaring young guy walked in, sat down opposite me, and continued glaring.
"I've read your file," he said after a moment, sliding a thin folder across the table. "You've caused quite a mess, Mister Choi."
"Have I?" I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. "You make it sound like I ran over a minister's dog."
"You nearly killed an Esper," he said flatly, still glaring, mind you. It's like you could feel raw hate coming from those hazel eyes of his. "That's not a 'mess,' that's treason under the Agency's Code of Conduct."
"Treason," I repeated with a scoff. "Big word for an organization that bends the rules every other day."
He didn't rise to the bait. I tried to provoke him, just like I did with the other two but he seemed calmer and more composed.
Maybe it's because he has a reason for wanting to make me admit it.
I knew he hated me the moment he laid eyes on me. But could he tell me why?
