Once Skyla left for the day Zyair watched down below from his window. He had expected her to have a car of her own but he saw her hailing a cab.
"Her good-for-nothing husband can't even provide her with a decent car. She has to wait for a taxi and travel alone at night. I should have asked her how she would be going home," he angrily mumbled to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists. He then called Lawrence.
The boy entered his office like a whirlwind, overly excited as always. He saw Zyair standing by the window, his hands elegantly tucked away in his pockets, his eyes focused on something down below.
Lawrence hopped over to him and skidded to a halt.
"You called?" Now that Skyla had gone home and the meeting had ended. All his formalities had evaporated as well.
