Paranoia

[Global Prime Logistics]

Haines suddenly shuddered, feeling the hair on his neck crawl and rise. Charles, who was seated beside him in Atlas's office, arched a brow at him.

"What's wrong with you?" Charles asked curiously. "Don't tell me this office makes you sick now?"

Haines rubbed his neck and stretched it a little. "I don't feel sick, but for some reason, I feel like someone's talking bad about me."

"No one's talking bad about you."

"How can you be sure of that?"

"Because if someone were talking bad about you, you'd be sneezing, not shuddering," Charles answered proudly, smirking. "Isn't that right?"

"..." Haines rocked his head but didn't respond. Anything he said would only lead to a long discussion. He didn't want to debate with Charles now, not when the man had already given him ten reasons why Haines had to accompany him.