Choi pulled the first file closer to him.
It was thick, maybe fifteen pages, papers clipped together in one tight bundle.
He didn't sit flipping pages one by one like others do.
He just placed his thumb on the edge and flicked the whole thing open in one clean motion, the papers fluttering fast, almost like someone spreading cards in a hurry.
His eyes moved fast, almost too fast.
Not scanning random lines — he went straight to the parts he knew mattered like he already knew where the important parts would be — evaluations, field reports, disciplinary notes.
He barely took a second, then he closed the file and set it aside.
The Chief blinked at him, like he wasn't sure what he had just watched.
The man in the black suit behind him didn't say anything, but his shoulder moved a little, barely noticeable, like the sight caught him off guard even if his face didn't show it.
Choi did notice, even without looking up.
