Collins expected the knock at his office door to herald the arrival of some high-ranking executive, so he was surprised to see it was just a fellow agent.
But not the friendliest one.
Narrowing his eyes, Collins' voice came out distant and cool, "What do you want?"
Cory, the embodiment of smug superiority, glanced at Collins, sauntered past him into the office, and casually said after a brief pause, "Oh, right. Close the door, will you? We need to chat."
The flippant request floated over from behind Collins, causing a slight furrow in his brow. Nevertheless, he shut the door quickly, pivoted, and returned to his desk.
Cory sprawled out on the couch like he owned the place, leaning back in a relaxed pose. His gaze landed on Leo, who had managed to compose himself and adopt his usual icy demeanor by the time Collins had opened the door. Now, under Cory's scrutiny, Leo couldn't help but scowl.
"Such a shame," Cory tsked, shaking his head with a hint of mock pity. "A bright future potentially dashed to pieces. Yet you two seem... oddly calm."
With a leg nonchalantly crossed over the other, Cory's overt confidence didn't falter as he spoke, clearly unafraid of ruffling feathers.
Collins approached, his expression unreadable. "Spit it out, Cory. No need to beat around the bush."
Collins' eyes narrowed, his expression darkening in an instant. "Are you dreaming?"
He paused, "Think it over. Give me a call when you've made up your mind. Opportunities like this don't wait around." With those flippant words, Cory didn't wait for a reply, striding confidently towards the exit. As he left, he even had the courtesy to close the door behind him.
Collins, steam practically billowing from his ears in anger, couldn't contain his temper any longer. "That backstabbing jerk! How dare he even suggest you give up the lead of the Neon Paradox?"
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