"You can't be serious."
Sebastian felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, a child watching his parents argue for the one thousandth time today.
"Anakin, don't use that tone," Sebastian mumbled, tightening his grip on his tablet.
Sebastian took in the appearance of the disheveled attorney who had rushed here during his supposed day off. It was a good thing he was living in his condo this time and not his home in the countryside.
"You try showing up on your day off and getting a demand like this that is way out of your field!" Anakin snapped at Sebastian. He pushed up his thin glasses with his middle finger, flashing it directly at the weak-minded secretary.
"It's technically still a contract, so it's not really out of your field, if you ask me," Sebastian stated.
Anakin let out a scoff, glancing at Sebastian like he couldn't be bothered to speak, much less, look at him.
