"What's wrong with you?" Caman looked at Winters, who was darting around the room like a frightened kitten, becoming more and more puzzled, "It's Senior Mason who's coming, not the judgment officer — not an assassin, what are you afraid of?"
"What's a 'judgment officer'?" Despite being extremely tense, Winters keenly noticed Caman's slip of the tongue, but at this moment he had no time to investigate further, "An assassin? I would rather it were an assassin! At least I could fight back!"
He first tried to hide under the table, but the space under the table was too small. So he turned to the filing cabinet, but the space in the filing cabinet was even smaller.
Behind the curtains?
No, the boots would show.
Hang outside the window?
Even worse, how undignified would it be for a civil guard officer to hang outside the window like a caught lover!
Winters' preference for minimalist decor betrayed him — the office had only a table and a filing cabinet, nowhere to hide.
