Unwelcome Guest

I sat at my desk and started flipping through the folders while Ethan began his briefing. This particular meeting felt different; I was in such a good mood that I felt like I could fly, and Ethan, sitting across from me, seemed to share the sentiment. But I didn't let on.

"The first thing, the guy who helped Master R…"

"Ethan, I don’t mind you calling him whatever you want."

"That punk?"

"Too polite," I shook my head, dismissing the mildness of the term.

"That little bastard?"

"Is there a difference?" I rejected the idea again.

"Actually, I have a more uncouth thought, but it’s a bit…"

"Say it."

"Asshole."

"Go on," I tapped the desk, giving Ethan my approval.

"The magician who helped that asshole is same like the one who framed Mr. Neil Wesley last time. They're both from the same rogue organization that usually serves the underworld or asshole like him."

"Birds of a feather flock together."

"Exactly. That day, Lisa tracked him down. She initially just wanted to give him a scare, but