"That—that—that!" Allen reached out to the driver's seat, slapping Atlas's arm as he looked back and forth between Atlas and the building outside. "That—that's the Pierson Corporation."
Atlas frowned, not sure why Allen was stuttering so much. "It is, I can read it. So, get off so I can park."
"Sir!" Much to Atlas's surprise, Allen suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. "Are you—no, are we… is this our first job-hunting destination?! The Pierson Corporation?! Wow! The Pierson—wow!"
Allen was utterly shocked and amused, barely managing to make proper sentences for the next minute. He laughed in between, peeking at the building outside, and then back at the ice prince in the driver's seat.
