Inside the office…
Ian adjusted his glasses, a thoughtful look flickering across his face. "Something feels off," he said carefully. "That protest—it didn't come across as frustration. It looked orchestrated."
Nathaniel's brows knit together as he glanced at him. "What exactly are you implying?"
Ian hesitated, weighing his words. "I can't say just yet. Give me a little time, and I'll have an answer."
Nathaniel's jaw tightened at the response. 'This boy… how much of this am I supposed to put up with?' He rose suddenly, his chair scraping harshly against the floor.
"We are due in the meeting," he snapped before striding out of the office.
Ian blinked, pushing his glasses back into place, puzzled by Nathaniel's sudden irritation. He didn't have the chance to reflect on it for long—Nathaniel was already gone. Grabbing the file from the desk, Ian hurried after him.
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