NYC

Nathaniel was in his seat with his head leaned against the headrest, staring at the perfectly arranged table with the urge to break it and throw the things on it. He wanted to wreak havoc there but kept his thoughts at bay.

Upholding an unaffected façade he remained motionless. Countless disrupting thoughts invading his personal non-existent solace but to no avail.

Lifting his heavy gaze, he saw De Villiers glaring at him from the corner of his eyes, ignoring the file in his hand.

Raising his eyebrows perfectly at his furious expression, he asked in his feeble, void tone, "What? Why are you looking at me like this?"

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