December 17th, xxxx
KAMIL ENTERS THE ALPHA'S office to see Precious on a phone call who holds up a finger. Rounding the corner of the table, he sees a piece of paper with scribbles and numbers on them.
"I'll hold. What fucking choice do I have?"
Telephone on hold, Kamil kisses him good morning. "I missed you this morning."
"Oh, yeah. Went on a walk."
"Then we really missed each other."
Precious smiles behind the kiss that is short-lived when he's out of hold. He nods and scribbles unintelligibly.
"No. I don't care if they're just waking up... Don't cut me off. My visits has nothing to do with their phone calls. We agreed everyday by this time without exception," Precious rolls his eyes. "Your semantics is drool, put them on the line."
Precious pressed a button connecting to the conference line, mutes his and waits.
"I'll like to see them."
"Hm?"
