“Are you really okay to let him stay as the leader of this—”
“Good morning, everyone,” Lancelot casually greeted everyone when we arrived at the conference room where the executive directors of Anox had their meeting.
We interrupted the speech of some man who was shocked while looking at Lancelot. “M-Mister Neon.”
Everyone stood up and bowed to him.
“Save your speech, Trevor,” Lancelot said. “Let’s finish this nonsense issue that you raised.” He kicked the swivel chair that was placed at the end of the long table and took another one. “Have a seat, everyone.”
Since I was not involved in this issue, I silently sat in the corner and just looked around.
“I am sorry for leaving so suddenly without giving everyone a proper explanation,” Lancelot started. “I understand that it makes you an
