Zeus’s POV.
“So when are we going to meet this guy of yours?” I asked Argus, who was seated directly in front of me in my study.
“Jonathan isn’t back yet?” He asked casually, as if I had not just asked him a question.
“That isn’t an answer, Argus.”
“I never said it was,” he replied.
“Then answer me.” He inched forward in his seat and placed both hands on the table.
“I just want to be certain that we won’t have any issues. I mean, Jonathan might just come back with some good news, and you won’t need to do this anymore.”
I looked him over; he didn’t seem comfortable because his eyes kept darting around the room instead of meeting mine.
“That isn’t your decision to make. You told me about this guy, so just let me at least talk to him.” He didn’t respond, and he looked distracted.
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