The boss's Bad Taste

Seeing him flinch, I was sure of it. I didn’t know why he was hiding in the shadows so suspiciously… but he sure startled me.

I thought he had gotten off work, so why was he still here? Did he do it on purpose to scare me? What bad taste.

Feeling annoyed, I shouted bluntly.

“Come on, boss! Why would you snatch and drink that? It’s someone else’s drink.”

At my protest, the black figure seemed to fall silent for a moment before speaking with a fake cough.

[Ahem. It seems there is a misunderstanding. I do not know who your boss is, but I am not the person you know.]

“No, you’re already caught, so cut the crap. It’s not funny.”

[It is the truth.]

The black figure slammed the empty Margarita Glass down on the table as if angry. I was startled by the sheer Force of it.

Uh, now that I think about it, the voice was modulated just the same, but it sounded much thicker and lower than the Dragon President’s...