As Waldo's words hung in the air, his long, narrow eyes slightly lifted, two sharp glimmers falling lightly onto Martin's face, who wore a wicked grin. However, Waldo's own expression remained detached, giving no hint of emotion.
"Is that what you think, Waldo?" Martin countered, his voice languid as he leaned back in his chair, even propping his feet up on the desk. He continued nonchalantly, "I can't stop Cecilia's decision, nor do I want to. Maybe... I'm afraid of losing to you, Waldo. So, I think it might be for the best that Cecilia leaves. Maybe it's for all of us."
"Is that so?" Waldo's voice, soft and almost teasing, emerged from his lips. His gaze became assessing, his smile curling into a barely noticeable, sinister arc. His eyes were deep—so deep they seemed like a bottomless pit, ready to swallow everything in their path.