As he spoke, Kurosawa Kazuma jerked his chin toward the bedroom in the inner room and lowered his voice. "I thought the ones who needed watching were all troublemakers, or people who were too reckless. Didn't expect this guy to be so well-behaved. He does whatever he's told, and when we move locations, he never hesitates or picks fights with us."
Inozuka Taro strongly agreed. "So how did he end up like this? That executive who assigned the job is always acting all mysterious too. He never tells us anything."
Kurosawa Kazuma glanced at him. "Isn't it better to know less? The people who know too much either get promoted or sink to the bottom of the sea. I just hope every executive we deal with from now on keeps their mouth shut like this."
Inozuka Taro scratched his head. "That makes sense, but it's still unsettling. We can't judge by appearance. Maybe it's the opposite—maybe the more ruthless someone is, the better they are at hiding it. Don't serial killers in movies often look refined and respectable? Think about how cautious that executive was. Maybe the guy in that room is far more troublesome than we imagined!"
Kurosawa Kazuma fell silent.
...That actually seemed possible?
But even if that guy calling himself "George" really had a problem, what could they do? The mission had already been assigned. They couldn't just refuse and run—that would be the real express lane to death.
The two of them were whispering when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Hashimoto Maya, who had spent the whole afternoon sleeping inside, wandered out with a yawn and a stretch to get some air.
Kurosawa Kazuma and Inozuka Taro immediately shut up. The room fell silent in an instant.
Hashimoto Maya swept his peripheral vision over them and