Tristan seemed to be sitting while rubbing and massaging his smooth chin. His eyes were straight but looked blank as if he was daydreaming about something. I don't know what the brown-haired man is thinking right now.

Mario, who had been in the room for more than 30 minutes, was stunned to wait until his boss realized and returned to focus on completing the work that had piled up.

"Mister."

Mario, who couldn't stand the wait, finally called. After all, if you stay like this, the problem won't be solved right away.

"What Happen, Mario? What do you want to discuss with me this time?"

Tristan said reluctantly. The man's...