Chapter 19: For now.
Sitting alone in his office, Victor stared at the ceiling for a while, lost in his own thoughts. It took him quite a while to snap out of it. Sighing, he reached into one of the drawers and took out a small jar, gave it a disgusted look, then took out one of the pills contained inside.
Dante's unexpected visit had caused his blood pressure to rise and those pills were the only way to get it down. The problem was the horrendous taste. A shot of vodka would've helped him wash it down, but that would've defeated the purpose.
"Boss," Boris peeked his head through the door. "How was he? Got anything new?"
Victor thought for a moment.
"He's trying to tough it out. It seems to have taken a lot out of him."
"Yeah, I got that feeling as well." Said Boris.
In a way, the two of them were thankful that the kid had kept what happened to himself. It would've preferrable it if he hadn't shown up at all, as cruel as that might sound. He could've spared them the guilt of not helping him that way.
"Still, what did he do that pissed Eidolon so much?"
"Who knows?" Victor shrugged. "Well, I think I have a guess or two."