J-Slick felt fear consume his body. He stared at Zeno. That was a lie. He couldn't look him in the eye.
He knew that Zeno wasn't going to do anything to harm him. However, the look in his eyes said otherwise.
Zeno walked slowly toward him, and J-Slick found himself opening the drawer where the knife was.
However, instead of pouncing on J-Slick like the latter had imagined, Zeno sat in front of him, propping his feet on the table.
J-Slick frowned, and he quickly closed the drawer.
"What are you doing here?" J-Slick asked, still wary.
Zeno's eyebrows raised. "I think you already know the reason."
The frown on J-Slick's face was quickly replaced with a smirk. He rolled his seat closer to the table and placed his hands on top of the surface.
"You're really smart," J-Slick started off. "What else did I expect from someone who managed to turn the rumors about him around?"
"Rumors your company and artists started," Zeno nonchalantly said.
