"President Josiah." Ambrose quickly wore a polite smile, placing his arms behind his back. "It's an absolute pleasure to be seeing you again."
Yep.
The fucking president of the country's damn Hunters Federation.
He pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning against, those piercing eyes assessing Ambrose. The man pinched his moustache for a beat before speaking.
"I was thrilled," his voice resounded yet again as the principal and Augustus turned to Ambrose as well, "when I heard you'd made it out safe during the Purple Rift incident months back. And now look at you."
Ambrose tensed up as the man drew nearer and nearer with each measured step.
Somehow Josiah made him more anxious than even the Pantheon.
At least with the Pantheon he had one of their members by his side, and they already knew a bit of his secrets before he ever confessed the rest.
But Josiah?
