"J–Just connect me—"
"I'm afraid that's not going to be possible, Vagus." Trent cut in,
"You seem to understand the situation now,"
Trent walked to him and squared when he got to his front,
"You've made my friend really pissed." He smiled, glancing at Theo.
"Do you know how much he adores his nephew, Vagus?" He clicked his tongue.
"Why did you choose the nephew?"
"I–I was just doing my job, Man," Vagus turned to Theo,
"I got orders to—"
"Do you answer directly to Reagan Sinclair?"
Vagus froze for a second, eyes widened as he turned to Trent.
"You're not—"
"Answer the question?" Theo yelled.
"D–Damian... Sinclair— that's who I work for..."
"Of course your pathetic ass can't qualify to work for the Sinclair head," Trent chuckled, standing up.
"What was I even thinking?"
He glanced at Theo,
"Now, Vagus... You know what usually happens to people that step on my people?"
Vagus stared at him silently, his pulse quickening.
