Chapter 107
Gomon’s eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, his expression dazed. He couldn’t help but think how dreary the atmosphere in Rockefeller’s office was. The curtains were such a dark purple that it was difficult to tell if they were actually black. The paintings hanging on the walls were equally dismal in their color scheme, enough to make anyone who looked at them feel as if they were on the verge of depression. The candelabras, with their antiquated design, brought back memories of a museum visit.
‘This guy has some peculiar tastes.’
Just as Gomon was lost in thought, staring blankly at the flames, the candlelight began to flicker. A dull thud, as if someone was pounding on the desk, reverberated in his eardrums.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
Gomon flinched and glanced at Rockefeller’s face. His eyes were hollow and menacing. It seemed he had been caught daydreaming.
“Did you even hear a word I said?”
“Oh, of course! I was listening carefully, Professor Rockefeller.”
Gomon tried to cover it up, but Rockefeller narrowed his eyes as he asked,