My palms are sweaty. Beads of sweat are tickling down my face. My mind is everywhere but in the room. The reader's voice booms inside my head but I can barely make out what she is saying. Heck, I can't even remember the topic of discussion for today's Words Game session.
My whole focus is on the drug dealings and when it would pass. Maybe gathering enough evidence for Dave will finally grant me the pass I need to commence the investigation on Don Pedro. Even though I don't know what is delaying the approval.
I adjust my nerdy glass frames when I notice the same guy that handled the dealings last time enter the room. Then I tap on it when he begins the shady deal.
I smile within myself on witnessing him make the first transaction. However, I didn't realize the whole audience of twelve in the room had turned their attention to me, until the guy sitting next to me jabs at my ribs.
"Hey! What was that for!?"
