After the interview, Bruce and the small group of passers were sent back to where they had parked earlier in silence like forgotten luggage.
“May I ask what's next?” Someone asked.
The escorting security officer didn't even look up and dropped a cold, “Wait for the announcement.”
Bruce looked at the other party's back as he left, gritted his teeth, and muttered to himself, “What a f*****g ridiculous day.”
He rubbed his empty stomach as he turned the car around and drove towards the city.
Back at the apartment, the clock ticked slowly into the evening and the mailbox remained empty.
The silence flooded Bruce's mind with unease. Given his understanding of such mysterious organizations, a rigorous background check was almost a given.
On the surface, he was just a young, adopted orphan
