Theseus York, in particular, had gotten to his feet only to have Nina Jacobs beat him black and blue.
"What… what are you really after…?"
Theseus York asked, lifting a seemingly weak arm.
"…"
Nina Jacobs found herself wondering, 'Do these people have amnesia?'
'Weren't they the ones who struck first?'
Still, she pointed to the room Theseus York had just come out of and asked:
"What's the deal with that room?"
"That's our boss's room. Only the boss can live there," a man lying on the floor, unable to get up, answered.
'So it's a private room?'
Nina Jacobs's expression grew serious. "Good. It's mine now."
"…"
Theseus York watched helplessly as the two walked in, and then the door—his door—slammed shut.
"Brutal…" Theseus York muttered.
Only after Nina Jacobs came inside did she realize that this wasn't a small private room; it was quite spacious inside.
It was fully furnished with a desk, sofa, and bed, and was kept quite clean.
