The tension in the room was palpable as the two men sat across from each other, their exchange filled with an air of authority and suspicion. Nyrel, the younger man, maintained his calm demeanor while the man in the black suit, Marcel Gill, sought answers.
"Do you understand why I called you?" Marcel's voice cut through the silence, his gaze fixed on Nyrel, who seemed detached and focused on the wall behind Marcel.
Nyrel remained silent, his expression unreadable as he kept his gaze averted. But when Marcel addressed him directly by name, Nyrel reluctantly turned his attention towards the man. "Mr. Marcel Gill," he muttered softly, removing his glasses to clean them with his jacket. "Is it for the usual reason?"
"No, I didn't call you for a case review," Marcel responded, shaking his head.
"Then why did you call me?" Nyrel asked, placing his glasses on the table. "I have an important exam tomorrow, Officer Marcel Gill."
