I hear Damarcus groan and a loud thud. I peer inside again and see a fallen chair adjacent to a bookshelf. Clearly, he had hit the bookshelf with a chair out of frustration. I look around the room as conspicuously as possible. It was a darkly lit room but clearly, it was an office, with a small bar, a huge desk in the centre, candles all around and an entire wall made of bookshelves. Damarcus was standing in the middle with a glass of some liquor in his hand, his shirt rolled up and his hair messy out of frustration.
"You might as well come in," he said all of a sudden. As a surprise, I squeaked and hit my head on the doorframe. With slight pain in my head, I enter sheepishly, clearly embarrassed that I got caught in the act. He was rubbing his eyes in frustration as he asked me. "So, how much did you hear?"
