Bologue left, and with the door shutting tight, the assistant arms that pretended to be busy all halted in mid-air. Then, Lebius's gaze shifted from the door and fell upon the door beside his desk.
Behind this door was Lebius's bedroom. Being a workaholic, he had always lived in the office, and typically, the room behind the door was inhabited only by him.
But now, with Bologue's departure, the door handle was gently twisted open, and a tall figure walked out from Lebius's bedroom.
"You could very well craft a direct promotion path for Bologue instead of guiding him through subtle hints like this."
Lebius gazed into those golden eyes, his tone unchanged, devoid of any inflection.
"That won't do. You've said it yourself; he's a sharp guy. Too much interference would only raise his alertness."
The man pulled over a chair, sitting in front of Lebius. His tall stature was a poor fit for the chair, more like being forcibly wedged into it.
