[I heard from the driver that you hired a Lowborn!?]
"Y…N…Yes?"
[Why would you do that!?]
"I don't know! We needed 8 people!"
200 miles from the nearest Safe Zone, the manager of the bus owned by James Fullman, Inc. was currently being drilled by James Fullman himself. How Rhys knows this, well, everyone on the bus could hear the voice coming from the manager's phone — and it wasn't a happy voice at all.
The manager was not happy too, as while their boss was scolding him, he was glaring at the bus driver for snitching on him; not knowing what to do as he walked back and forth on the aisle. Of course, he could not really get mad at anyone, as he himself did not realize that Rhys was a Lowborn until it was too late. He just hugged the leg, literally, of the first person who approached him and did not even bother to look at his face — if he did, then Rhys's messy black hair would have stuck out to him like a lollipop.
