This was a ploy to win him over.
He had just demonstrated his worth, and now, Murphy was giving him an opportunity.
An opportunity to pledge his allegiance.
All he had to do was speak, and the supervisor who had been so arrogantly humiliating him just moments ago would be plunged into a state of irredeemable ruin.
And he, Alonso, would be tied to this powerful figure from that moment on.
Alonso's heart began to beat a little faster, but his face remained respectful.
He looked at Pittman.
Pittman was also looking at him, his ashen face filled with terror and pleading.
His lips trembled violently. He wanted to speak, to beg, to fight back.
But he found he couldn't open his mouth.
An invisible force was sealing his lips shut.
His eyes were wide with terror.
It was as if he could already see his own end.
Alonso averted his gaze and looked back at Murphy.
Then, he slowly began to speak.
"Sir, Supervisor Pittman… is actually a good person."
Murphy's gaze shifted slightly.
