Saverio completely ignored Leon. He took his seat beside his new secretary and looked at her carefully examining her condition. He asked Leon, eyes now back to its cold and penetrating stance, "Where is the wound you talked about?"
Leon replied, with no hesitation but a little trepidation due to the hoarseness of his voice, "On her left arm, boss." He swallowed just after.
Though, Leon knew there was nothing to be scared of, especially because he was just a spy whose job just ended, however, he could not help but always cower in front of his boss, Mr Saverio.
There was this cold aura around him that every second intimidated him. His boss possessed some sort of an invisible string that portrayed a very formidable appearance....in short, his presence was undoubtedly suffocating always causing every fibre of him to tremor. He was cold, too cold and though sometimes tend to be playful, his seriousness was always palpable amidst his every emotion.