Chapter 95 Small Exchange (2)

• The office was quiet, and while Noah had his back against the wall, the only sound in the room was the noise of Nico's footsteps pacing from end to end, glancing at the phone more times than he breathed. It had been over thirty minutes since they arrived, waiting for the phone to ring again
• Was the call a prank? Had he somehow raised a false alarm? He hoped not, for Nico was already at his wit's end. He wished the man would grab a seat, for his continuous movement was making him dizzy to the point he had to rub his eyes to focus.
• "Boss, grab a seat; your pacing is helping nothing. You know, right?" Noah suggested.