Taken aback by his stubborn refusal to compromise for her like he usually would, Nadia took a step back, to glare at her son.
"And what's so wrong with Faiza? Why do you have to be that extreme?"
"Because I kept telling you it's over with Faiza, and you keep insisting on ignoring me. I don't want Faiza. I don't like Faiza. And I certainly do not need Faiza!"
"Alright then!" She screamed back. "Suit yourself. But you listen very carefully. When you're at a crossroads later today, with no other solution to your problems, you'll take my offer. I promise you will." She stormed out of the room, and slammed the door shut.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Atlas breathed out heavily.
His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his head before he even got the time to bury himself in it.
Matching over to the table, he grabbed and pressed, answer.
"Dez, please tell me you have something."
