Rion Vale —POV
I sit behind my desk, the office wrapped in silence so thick it presses against my ears.
Gen stands in front of me—head lowered, shoulders stiff—like a child who knows he has done something wrong. As always.
My gaze stays fixed on him as I lean back in my chair, fingers loosely resting against the armrest.
"Gen," I say calmly, "aren't you going to say anything?"
He lifts his eyes for half a second, then drops them again.
"Sir… I'm sorry. I forgot about it, but I—"
I cut him off smoothly, my tone even, controlled.
"Recently, you've been ignoring my orders."
His head snaps up, eyes widening.
"I think," I continue, watching him closely, "you hate your job that much."
"Sir, no! It's not like that—"
I lean forward, elbows settling on the desk with deliberate slowness. The air between us tightens.
"You have two hours," I say. "I want the market reports, the recent project financials, and the HR department summary. All of it. Finished."
