At a short distance away from Obsidia's building,
Reuben Ming sat with his back straight and a frown constant on his lips.
Trigger was standing a few feet away from him but could not figure out what had gone wrong.
'He was just fine earlier.' He recalled the meeting they had just attended but his Master had not displayed any signs of dissatisfaction back then.
The Directors were overjoyed that they had been praised by the Emperor which implied that they had done a good job with the task assigned to them.
Therefore, Trigger could not decipher what could have taken place in a matter of minutes to have shifted his Master's mood to the other end of the spectrum.
Reuben did not lift his head and was focused on the screen of his laptop which was not visible to Trigger from his current position.
Thus, the temporary assistant had failed to glance at what his Master was viewing right at this very moment.
