Chapter 8

"Hi, Ejay!" I snap him out of whatever he is thinking.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you feeling unwell?" He asks, crossing his hands on his chest, and walking close to where I am. His eyes are more scary at night, I must say.

"I was, not anymore."

"Were you really feeling bad, or was it an excuse?" He adds.

"I really was unwell. You don't believe me?"

"Why are you here? Why didn't you go straight to the entertainment center when you felt better?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"We could have done that elsewhere. Why here? Nobody dares come into my office like you did without my permission." He says this, and his eyes fall on something on the table. I follow his gaze, and it's on my phone. What? He thinks I am spying on him, or what? I take the phone and show it to him.

"You can check it if you want."

"I have other ways of identifying my traitors. What do you want?" Jeez! What's with his mood? Well, monsters like him are never in