Knight’s POV
My conversation with Conan was brief, just like I wanted it to be. I wasn’t one to talk much—just a few words were enough to convey all I needed to say.
So after signing the final handover document, I turned to him, eyes hard. “You missed work without permission,” I started, getting up from the couch. I watched his eyes flicker with guilt. He was really terrible at hiding things.
“It wasn’t on purpose, boss,” he called out sharply.
I shook my head. “Purpose doesn’t mean a thing to me. If you are leaving the very post I put you in for even a second, then the reasonable thing to do is inform me—not wait for me to find out myself.”
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed after a second, head bowed. “It won’t happen again.”
A dry chuckle escaped me. “It better not… if you don’t want to end
