Zuriel kept his eyes at the men across the long rectangular table in front of him. He looked at their faces, allowing his special grade contact lenses to show him who they were one by one.
“What’s the matter? Did you all request this meeting just to stare at me?” he finally spoke.
The man seated next to Pathfinder spoke, he snorted, “we should wait for your number one, boss. That fucker is usually not late but he chose to do it today.”
“Number one?”
He looked at the empty seat on his left side which the Jaeger occupied. He glanced at Pathfinder and only nodded.
“We don’t have to wait for him. I will personally make sure that he gets the details of this meeting. Now, tell me, why did you all call for this meeting?”
They were all quiet, he snorted, “is this how you all are towards the
