As soon as Orel entered, he went to the coffee dispenser and poured himself some coffee.
SLUUUURP… ugh… PTHOO!!
"Beurk! Coffee as tasteless as the decoration," Orel said, scanning the room, not shying away from the gazes that landed on him.
He walked slowly toward Ryan, coffee cup in hand. Ryan had been standing by one of the pillars in the Main Hall, watching him.
"You made this. 0/20," Orel said, not as a question but as a statement, then gave a thumbs-down.
Ryan looked down.
He had heard rumors from his superiors that MIO agents were distasteful individuals, but he had not expected it to be this bad.
He did not care how Orel knew he made the coffee, or whether it was good or bad. All he knew was that normal decency forbade acting this way.
Yet if he spoke, that was trouble he would bring upon himself.
"No backbone? Yeah, you're the type to watch someone destroy another person's life and stay quiet," Orel spoke in a matter-of-fact manner.
