"Why are you still following me?"
Raka glanced at Lucian, who had gotten out of the car alongside him. Disdain was written all over his face as he dusted off his sleeve.
"Hey, I know I'm an important person around here, but don't even think about leeching off me," he warned out of nowhere. "I can't vouch for you. I don't even know you!"
Lucian merely looked at him. "I won't."
"Tsk."
Raka clicked his tongue and ignored him.
He straightened his blazer before raising a hand to his mouth, breathing in and out to check his breath.
"Hahaha!" he laughed loudly. "Yes, yes, Chairman! Hahaha! Thank you for recognizing my work! Hahaha!"
Lucian blinked as he watched Raka rehearse conversations with thin air.
"I wonder," he murmured, "how many people have practiced something like this in this parking lot?"
The thought had never crossed his mind before, but after seeing Raka, he couldn't help it.
Shaking his head, he watched Raka continue his imaginary conversation.
"Haha..."
