Novel & Cerita What If Randall Munroe

I stammered, “I think, uh, the numbers...” Mr. Saunders raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Miss Monroe, but it seems you haven’t had a chance to familiarise yourself with the proposal. Is there… someone else we should speak with?” His tone was polite, but I could hear the thinly-veiled irritation behind it. “No, no,” I said, flustered, a wave of panic flooding through me. “I... I have the information. It’s just that... I—” My voice faltered as the door creaked open and Randall stepped inside. He moved with the air of someone entirely comfortable, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Staying silent when something went wrong was the secret to their longevity. Kayson asked nonchalantly when he saw Carlson’s blanching face, “How many people is Taylor sending?” Carlson met Kayson’s gaze in horror—the thought of kneeling before the latter crossing his mind. The Vice-Chief of Admiralporium, Randall, was killed by this man in front of him! Taylor seemed to be scared witless while Kayson stood here unscathed! Someone crashed in heaving before he stumbled back and was only stopped by the wall. “Carlson, when is help arriving?!”