Chapter 128: One Thousand Eight Hundred Twenty Five Days
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[Three Days later]
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Outside the conference room, Regal's footsteps slowed.
"Rock, wait out here." He said, glancing up at the towering figure beside him. "If you get bored, there is a café across the street - grab something to eat."
He didn't explain further, but the reason was clear. A man of Rock's size could easily be misread in a boardroom full of sharp egos and old insecurities. The last thing Regal needed was someone assuming he'd brought muscle to a strategy meeting.
Rock stared at him for a second, processing the request in his usual slow, deliberate way. Then he simply nodded and held out a massive hand.
Regal sighed, already reaching for his wallet. He placed a black card in Rock's palm - where it looked comically small, more like a scrap of receipt paper than a bank card.
As Rock turned to leave, he muttered over his shoulder. "Stay safe. You are a fragile one."
Regal smirked. "I am perfectly healthy. You are the one who looks like a lab accident."
He gave Rock a friendly jab in the back, which the giant man barely noticed, brushing it off like a passing breeze.
As Rock walked off, the tension that lingered around Regal seemed to lift slightly.