The room went silent.
Even Min-jae, who had been making heart-kisses up until two seconds ago, slowly lowered his hands, fascinated.
Commander Oh Tae-sung's eyes narrowed, cold enough to freeze an ocean.
He leaned back in his chair, as though to quietly reassert dominance.
"Guide Joon-ho," he said flatly, "...this is an interrogation. Not a conversation for you to take control of."
There it was.
The subtle slap-down you'd expect from any guy with a high ego.
The reminder of where he thinks I belong on the food chain and where he is, on top. But things don't always seem as they appear to be, dude. I'll tell you that.
I smiled politely.
The Oh-I-see-how-you-wanna-play smile.
