P Corp's director's face changed several times within a few minutes.
At first, there was anger. Then calculation. Then something close to fear.
He looked at me, at Lyra, and finally at the floor as if it might give him a better option than the one standing in front of him.
After a while, he sighed.
"I will become your slave."
"Good choice," I said calmly.
'He accepted pretty quickly.'
I had prepared for resistance, since I knew he had one more place to fall back to: the [Pure-Iron Faction] he belonged to.
But he didn't put up an resistance.
'Well, it makes sense he agreed here.'
He knew better than anyone what Pure-Iron Faction was like.
Among all factions inside System Church, they were the most notorious.
No one knew who its members were. They operated in shadows, and were known to be rutheless.
They were infamous even within the Church itself. And to the Head Corporation, they were practically enemies.
