Hearing this, Nathan was suddenly wide awake—he was getting a promotion?
That meant more authority, better resources.
"Richard, don't worry. I'll make sure to do a great job."
"Mhm. You've managed to hold your own against the Zombie King of Los Angeles for this long, which proves you've got real skill. I trust you," Richard said.
Sophia, standing to the side, widened her beautiful eyes in shock. She was completely dumbfounded.
Nathan? The guy who spent his days slacking off? Getting promoted?
Her entire worldview just shattered into pieces.
"Richard, are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
"Sophia, I know you and Nathan don't get along, but now's not the time for personal grudges. The fall of San Bernardino wasn't entirely your fault, but the fact remains—you failed. From now on, you'll be assisting Nathan. Learn from him," Richard said.
"Wait, what???" Sophia's face was full of question marks.
Learn from him?
What exactly was she supposed to learn? How to play poker?
