Chapter 308 (1) - The Academys Weapon Replicator
A man sat in a chair before an antique desk in the spacious room, a typical CEO's office. A nameplate rested on the desk: 'Chairman Arald Lemer'.
The man, Arald, had neatly trimmed brown hair and wore glasses, giving him an intellectual air. He was quite handsome and, above all, young – unbelievably so for the chairman of a large corporation like Hitchcock.
He was slicing something on a plate with a silver knife.
"I apologize. I was in the middle of a meal."
"..."
As Frondier stepped closer, he saw that it was a steak on the plate.
Chairman Hitchcock, Arald, calmly stabbed a piece of steak with a fork and brought it to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
"...You eat here? Without even going to the dining room."
"Yes."