The sound of the teleporter echoed through the room before you even had the chance to knock on his office door. There was no need to turn around to know who was behind you; the faint hum of GDA technology always announced his arrival before you could see him.

—What brings you here this time? Cecil’s voice was unwavering, firm, carrying that hint of exhaustion that only someone who bears the weight of the world on their shoulders could have.

You turned around with a barely perceptible smile, leaning casually against the nearest desk. This wasn’t the first time you played with fire when it came to him.—Oh, you know, I came to see if you missed me.

Cecil sighed, adjusting his white coat in an almost automatic motion. His eyes scanned your face with the same analytical gaze he used to assess threats.

—I don’t have time for games.

You leaned in a little more, enjoying the slight tension that settled in his shoulders. You knew you were a problem for him. Too much like Nolan in appearance, yet nothing like your father in demeanor.

Cecil ran a hand over the scar on his face, a gesture he only made when something truly bothered him.

—You’re just as unbearable as your father.

And yet he still lets you into his office? You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Well, Cecil, it almost seems like you enjoy my company.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. You knew you were a distraction, and the old director couldn’t afford to be distracted. But that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the challenge.

—If you keep flirting with me, I might have to put you on the threat list.