THIRD PERSON POV
Roy couldn't keep himself from looking at his wristwatch after every single second the following day at work. When he looked at his watch he also glanced at the door for the hundredth time as if he was waiting for someone.
He sighed getting tired and he picked up his phone and made a call, the same call he had been making for the last two hours but then the phone went straight to voicemail, the same results for the last two hours.
"Damnit Zoey, where the fuck are you?" he asked no one in particular dropping his phone aggressively at the desk he thought with the force it hit the desk its screen broke.
He picked it up again taking a deep breath and he made another call which was accepted."Marcus, I want you in my office right now." he ordered and then he hung up.
