[...And for a while there, I almost believed that was where I belonged. Well, I don't—]
"Yeh kya chutiyapa hai?! Saala!"
Adam's image on the large screen shattered into a web, and the bottle of liquor that was used to crack it also shattered on the floor just a few moments later.
Dr. Aniston's hand trembled as he watched Adam's face flicker and disappear from the broken screen—still, his voice echoed through the speakers. Each of his words, causing Dr. Aniston to want to pull out each of his thick, dark hair.
"Damn it." He stared at the broken screen. "This boy—no. This man thinks he can just do this? He does this… right when I'm the one—no. No, no. No. Calm down, Rajesh. No. Dr. Aniston. You are Dr. Aniston."
Dr. Aniston forced his breathing to slow. Panic wouldn't help. He'd handled worse situations before. This was just... unprecedented.
"Calm down… Calm—"
