"Mayor… what are you trying to do?"
"Going straight to the point as always, Mr. Rhys Wilder. Why don't you take a seat first and we can talk?"
"..."
Rhys stared at the mayor's smiling face for a few seconds, and yet he might as well just be doing nothing at all. Rhys has not noticed it before serving in the Underworld Corps, but there was something really odd about the deputy mayor.
He was smiling while he gestured to Rhys to sit, yes. And by all means, the tone of his voice was incredibly friendly, and it has always been.
But Rhys was now realizing the type of friendliness the mayor had — it was the type of friendliness that could allow him to take any child in the park with just a single word.
And in this case, Rhys was the child, he had been from the start.
And as he finally took a seat, the mayor's assistant, Dan, quickly placed a can of soda in front of him; ice, still lingering around its cylinder.
Ayo... another candidate? or maybe...