Both Kyle and Damian stood outside the office, still spinning in confusion over what just happened. They looked lost, like they'd just stepped into a movie halfway through the plot.
Suddenly, a woman approached, her heels clicking down the hallway. She was dressed in a sleek coat and a long, professional skirt, with an air of someone who was genuinely important. Her eyes landed on Kyle, and she raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Oh! Sir, when did you come back?" she asked, a mix of curiosity and surprise on her face.
Kyle's eyes darted to Damian, a smug smile plastered across his face, practically radiating, "Would you look at this—I'm famous here!" His glance alone oozed mockery, and he turned back to the woman with a ridiculous fake accent, speaking as if he were the embodiment of elegance.
"Oh, yes, indeed. I just, ah, arrived," Kyle replied, stretching the words in a tone so over-the-top it bordered on painful.
