The Seat Beside Him

"H-haha... Sirs..."

All of a sudden, our boss's earlier arrogance melted away, his voice now nervous, almost pitiful in tone. 

"I—I'm sorry for not realizing how important you all were. Please, forgive a humble man like me who's just trying to live a quiet life..."

He forced a chuckle, lowering his head slightly. Then he turned his gaze toward me.

For a moment, there was a sharp glint in his eyes—cold and warning—before he softened his expression again and turned back to Rome's group.

"Actually, it's this woman's fault for not telling me sooner. But don't worry, next time, we'll do our best to serve you properly."

Rome's brows furrowed, and the other four men narrowed their eyes at him, their expressions darkening.

"Why are you blaming Sylvia for your rudeness?" Rome asked coldly. "You should be apologizing to her—not to us—for the way you treated her."