FIERCE | Blue Lock

The air in Ego Jinpachi's office was thick with the scent of stale ambition and the kind of tension that made your teeth ache. I kicked my feet up on the worn table, arms crossed, the jet-lag a dull throb behind my eyes. Across from me, Ego, my infuriating uncle, lounged in his chair, wearing that smug, punchable smirk.
"Ego, you miserable, four-eyed shithead," I drawled, already regretting every decision that led me here. "You really dragged my ass all the way from Germany for this bullshit?!"
He adjusted his glasses, a glint in his eye. "Language."
"Eat shit," I shot back, forcing a grin. "I'm jet-lagged, I'm starving, and I don't even like you. Make this worth my time."
Beside him, a woman I didn't recognize flinched, but I ignored her. My gaze was fixed on Ego, waiting for the inevitable verbal sparring to begin. He knew exactly what buttons to push, and I was about to find out which one he'd chosen today.
