"Guide's Right Movement?" Bassena peeked at the screen of Zein's commlink, reading the article that Zein was opening. "You're interested in them?"
"A bit," Zein said, leaning back to the chair--and Bassena's chest. "I'm curious. Apparently, they've been trying to contact me."
Or so he heard. But since Zein had strictly told the management he didn't want to deal with anything outside the guild for now, every request to meet him--from interviews to commercial offers--was met with rejection before they even reach Zein's ears. The movement group was one of those requests.
Bassena, who was standing behind the chair, leaned forward and put his chin atop Zein's crown, fingers fiddling with the beads of Zein's necklace. "They've been contacting Trinity for the last two years, too."
"Oh?"
"Well, you know how we are known for a guild that treated guides the best? That's why."
