"Wow. You were really intimidating back there!" Lane whispered to Damien as they left the assessment room.
Damien glanced back at Lane, his brows deeply furrowed. Much more than usual. "What else was I supposed to do?"
"No, no, you don't get it. That was a compliment! You were really cool back there. And hot!"
Despite Lane's reassurance, Damien's frown only deepened.
It wasn't about whether he looked cool, or hot. That wasn't one of his concerns, not in the slightest. Rather… He felt bad. First, for intimidating the poor test overseer, who was only trying to do his job. Then, for skipping the whole chain of command, and turning straight to Director Torres. He could do it, yes, because of his special status… But technically, he had no authority. It was such an abuse of power that he had as an S-ranker…
