"You want me to teach you to be confident, right?" Mr. Black asked me as he opened the door of my apartment. And I was too busy glaring at his back to answer him, so he decided to continue further. "I'll start teaching you how to be confident. But I am a very brutal teacher, Lazarus. Will you be able to bear with me?"
"You are here because my father sent you to keep an eye on me. Am I right, Mr. Hades Black?" I asked him instead. Very calmly. His eyes narrowed in displeasure of me avoiding his suggestion. But he was the one who ignored my question first. So I just decided to repeat it for him.
"What else do you think I am here for, Mr. Russell? Just because your father payed me some money to shoot people doesn't mean that he can order me around. I am not his employee, Lazarus. I don't n
