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Hugo, who had always displayed an arrogant demeanor, froze.
It wasn’t a mere figure of speech—his finger, which had been pointed accusingly at Walker, was now completely still.
“Um, Sir Arbiter, perhaps you should... move your finger first.”
“Huh? Oh, right.”
Snapping back to his senses at his secretary’s words, Hugo hastily lowered his finger and tucked it behind his back.
He then offered a sheepish smile, stammering.
“Ch-Chief ...
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