Just like that, the room became quiet again.
Caesar and Marcus didn't know what Gray was thinking at the moment. However, they had no choice but to trust him on this one after agreeing to his words earlier.
The clock on the wall ticked lowly amidst the silence.
Gray leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the door. He was calm on the outside, but inside, he was feeling a sort of emotion.
Thankfully, their wait wasn't long.
Just under twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door.
Ms. Lopez opened it, and Clarisse stepped inside.
She looked composed, but it was obvious how she rushed to come back. Sweat slid down her forehead, and her perfectly ironed clothes now had a few creases on them.
"Good afternoon again," she said politely, bowing slightly. "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long."
"Not at all," Gray replied, standing. "Thank you for coming back."
