Seeing me nod, Director Ross and The Grimy Adept Perry were quite excited.
"Fellow Thompson, we'll be colleagues from now on, please take care of us!"
The Grimy Adept Perry stepped forward and shook my hand warmly.
"Come on, let's go celebrate properly."
Director Ross clapped his hands and said happily.
At that moment, I was invited into a car and drove out of the police station.
The three of us found a restaurant and sat down for a meal.
After chatting for a while, I gained more understanding of this mysterious Directorate.
We drank until after ten, and then I bid them farewell and returned to the nightclub to retrieve my car.
My phone was left in the car, and when I picked it up, I saw many missed calls, some from Jessica, some from Nicole Anderson, and one surprisingly from President Rodriguez.
Seeing this missed call, I was slightly taken aback.
Counting the days, it's been eight or nine days since The Powell Group incident, what could President Rodriguez want with me?
