"Explain?"
Azu laughed. "I don't need to explain myself to anyone."
"Besides, do you think you're qualified to demand an explanation from me?"
Edgar walked over and stopped beside Azu, looking out at the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a king surveying his own domain.
He said calmly, "Perhaps you've forgotten that the company pays your salary. So I think I can at least ask you to explain what exactly happened."
Azu rose to his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. A glint of golden light flickered deep within his eyes.
He said nothing, yet an imposing pressure radiated from him.
The atmosphere in the command center grew heavy, charged with the sense of an approaching storm.
Though Edgar looked out the window, his eyes occasionally glanced at the figure reflected in the glass.
The reflection was somewhat blurred, making its expression impossible to see. But on that coldly defined face, the two golden points of light grew brighter and brighter.
As if two miniature suns were rising.
In an instant, Edgar's back was drenched in sweat.
Under the invisible pressure emanating from Azu, even Edgar, the long-entrenched Vought CEO, found his fingers trembling slightly.
After thinking it over, he clenched a fist and coughed softly. Then he turned around, lowered his gaze, looked at the floor at a forty-five-degree angle, and moved behind Azu, no longer daring to stand in front of him.
That way, he was left staring at Azu's back!
Only then did the golden light in Azu's eyes slowly fade. "I think you've got this wrong, Edgar."
"It isn't the company paying me. The company makes money because of me."
"Wouldn't you say?"
Edgar unconsciously tugged at his tie. It suddenly felt as if he had tied it too tightly today, leaving him short