Uzo was surprisingly easy to talk to. Hearing this not-so-honest attempt at reconciliation, he did not even get angry.
Instead, he nodded as though he deeply agreed. "Indeed. I've always felt that Irish and I got along well enough to become friends. He just seems to have a tiny misunderstanding about me."
Hashimoto Maya: "?"
I was completely talking nonsense just now, so why are you joining in with the nonsense too?!
But Uzo seemed to recall something else. "However, there is one thing you got wrong. Although I'm not interested in news about Irish, even if you told me his intelligence, it wouldn't count as 'betrayal'—you're my subordinate now."
"..." Cold sweat streamed down Hashimoto Maya's back. Impossible. Even if Torimaru Naoko had mentioned this before, could a confidant really be reassigned so casually?
Although Mr. Irish had indeed been offending people everywhere lately over Pisco's matter, failing to carry out his missions properly, and nearly leaking secrets, so it seemed perfectly normal for the higher-ups to make things difficult for him...
But in any case, none of that was reason enough to reassign a confidant!
Hashimoto Maya suddenly thought of a possibility, and his gaze gradually hardened: Uzo must have wanted to find a breakthrough through him, using these words to influence him and make him defect of his own accord. So he had to remain firm and could not...
As he was thinking, his phone buzzed with an incoming email.
Hashimoto Maya jolted, a bad feeling suddenly surging in his heart.
Seeing him freeze in place, Uzo nodded toward him. "Open it. It might be something important."
"..."
Hashimoto Maya stiffly took out his phone, stiffly unlocked the screen, and stiffly glanced at it.
The sender was Curacao.
[Although you probably already know, I still need to