"Sorry, can I have a word with you outside?" Harris asked Nathan, who had his eyes fixed on the ongoing interview.
Nathan regarded him with a puzzled expression.
"Huh?… Alright."
The moment they stepped out of the observation room, Harris's expression darkened, and he fixed Nathan with a warning look.
"What on earth are you doing here? And now, you are acting as a bodyguard? When did that happen?"
Nathan averted his gaze.
"Well, yesterday."
"Why are you hanging around him? What is your mission?"
"Nothing. Just another commission."
"Another commission? You are a top mercenary! How much did he pay you, then?"
"First, I cannot tell you, it is top secret. And besides, I am not a kid. I am nearly thirty, damn, I am getting old."
"Oh. So you have been in this line of work for about seventeen years? It still amazes me how someone like you survived and climbed to the top of this business."
Nathan straightened his shirt and smirked.
"Talent, old man. Talent."
