93. The training

The moment I opened the door to come out, my phone buzzed with a message. It was senior. I sighed seeing his message. And the message that I got was 'Call me.' Shutting the door back, I locked it and came inside and sat on the bed. I then dialed his number and without any wait my call was lifted up.

As soon as I was on the call and before I could greet, he threw a question at me. "Is that the only info that you got?" He asked.

"Yes." I said. "I'll tell you more when I get."

"It's almost been a week since you moved to his house and this is what you got?" He said.

"Does his walls have his info written everywhere?" I asked. He's telling as if I'm some kind of shinigami that read minds. Or read the information if the people just by looking at them. How can he even ask this question.

"I was expecting more from you." He said.

"Then expect less." I said.

"Seems like you are changing the plans." He said.