Mori had too much work to do lately. It seemed to him that after his vacation, please note – only three days, things had gotten worse by leaps and bounds. He knew that without his absence, something was bound to happen, even if he had given all the orders.

At least he should have been glad for a healthy and full night's sleep that lasted more than twelve hours. Oh no, no luck here either. Mori was constantly getting messages from subordinates, annoying calls with questions. He felt like he was at work even though he wasn't.

One last thing to be sure to finally make Mori feel strong tired? Turns out one of his trusted subordinates is a drug addict.

He honestly didn't understand how he had overlooked something like that. All important people are subject to constant surveillance and discreet control. So how could he not notice that they were taking something forbidden?

He thought about it for a long time. It's hard to ponder when the subject concerns them. Either way, he couldn't lose them. No way. They're important for now, such people are valuable, almost diamonds. It would be bad for him if some, like the Armed Detective Agency got involved again. The Agency boss is so fond of taking his people.

Mori will be taking action. Violent enough, maybe. He knows better than anyone what drugs do to the human body, what effect they have on the most important thing - the brain. That's why he called them into his office at the first opportunity. His tone of voice on the phone already made it clear that no good conversation was in sight.

Right now he was looking serious. Too serious and calm, which would make anyone who'd known Mori for more than a month tense. And while the heavy, tense silence hung heavy in the room, he took a quick look around this side of them. He tried to look for outward signs: pupil size, skin color and condition, build.

"Some interesting information has come to my attention," he falls silent, letting them think for a moment and maybe even get scared beforehand; so far, from the look on their faces, he hasn't realized anything. "You know, drugs are completely unacceptable to someone like you, right?"

A rhetorical question that doesn't need an answer, because the answer doesn't affect anything. Mori won't soften so quickly; they can kneel down in front of him, but he won't react anyway.

"I just want to give you an excuse before I reprimand you and take away your paycheck completely."