"So…? What's your answer?"
The rat came in boldly, sitting down as if he owned the place.
Holding onto my smile, I found myself unable to respond. The rat seemed to mistake my silence for weakness, the corners of his lips curling wider as the dimples on his face deepened, his beady eyes glinting with a certain satisfaction.
"…I see that you're still rather hesitant about quitting. But what's really so bad about quitting? You're getting a very good job with a good salary. You can say that I've been very nice to you. This really isn't a hard decision."
But it was…
While his words held some truth, they conveniently left out several key details.
I was appreciated in the Guild.
It was clear from the way the Section Chief treated me that he regarded me as some sort of remarkable talent, someone far above the average recruit in his eyes.
