"Then, what about you? Are you here because the Chairman told you to?"
Without answering him, Peterson Hilt threw a question right back at Chess. The two of them looked at each other with calculating gazes, neither of them wanting to back down. In the end, none of them answered the other's questions.
"Their coconut drink is quite good." Peterson Hilt suddenly said after a long silence.
Chess arched his brow before giving him a glance, his lips a little bit curved up. Then, he answered.
"I guess we have different tastes. Is that because of the difference in age?" He teased.
Peterson Hilt threw him a joking glare and the two of them released a low chuckle. It was then that Hilt said something seriously.
"I just want to rest for a bit. Aren't I allowed to?" He said.
Chess returned his eyes to the front, casualty taking a sip on his coconut drink. Then, he rested his head on the chair and answered in a low voice.
