Micah shoved the car door open harder than necessary, the slam echoing across the parking lot. The moment his shoes hit the ground, irritation twisted across his face. He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as he stared up at the towering Ramsy Empire glass building. The sunlight caught on the mirrored panels, reflecting back an image of himself, small, annoyed, surrounded by idiots.
He turned around slowly, eyes narrowing at the people climbing out of the cars behind him like a flock of confused ducks.
"What the…why the heck are you following me?!" Micah growled, voice rising as he jabbed a finger toward them. His irritation went down the line, one by one: First annoyance was Clyde, standing there calm and unbothered; then Darcy, pretending it was his first time here; and finally Mason and Lin Heye.
