"I'm sorry it slips in my hand," Wallace said and had a glass at his feet. I swallowed when I saw him stare at me and I feel Cooper put his hands around my waist.

"No, worries, I'll call the janitor." Dave stood up and called on the intercom. I look at Wallace who still looks bad at me. His stare was about to kill me.

"So, what's our topic again?" Dave asks when he gets back.

"Dave, we're done here," Isabelle approached us so Dave stood up as well.

“Sorry again. I’ll finish this one, first.” He took the papers to Isabelle. Wallace also approached us and was already...