Upon confirming that I was indeed 876, the very air in the room chilled by a few degrees.
When I felt this, I merely smiled.
There was not an ounce of nervousness inside of my body.
Octavious Hall was a pragmatic man. He was someone who calculated profits above all else. Although he didn't look like it, from where I sat, I could tell that he was fuming.
If there was one thing that Octavious hated, it was losing control.
In a way, he was like me, except that he sought a different type of control. He sought control for the sake of his minuscule pride, while I sought control for the sake of being able to quickly adjust over the slightest of changes.
Even then, seeing his current complexion, I couldn't help but think to myself.
'Guess Gervis overdid it…'
There could only be one reason I could think of for him to be like this, and that was because he had been threatened by Gervis.
