Zopia's POV
Omar squeezed his eyes at me with an intense gloomy aura, then glanced down at the hot Espresso and sandwich on the tray.
His hand pulled the door to his side. "Put it down. Leave."
His head craned toward the wooden table in the center, on which was another tray of toasted muffins and tomato soup.
He already had breakfast served but did not eat it.
How can I leave so by doing nothing?
With hands holding the tray, I carefully made my way to the table.
"Quick. Move." Omar said to me, as if training some pups.
"Yes, yes," I answered while my eyes were up and focused on a giant round glass lamp hanging on the ceiling ahead of me.
The lamp radiated a brightening yellow light.
Crack-
Little breaking sounds transferred down from the ceiling.
The next second, my tray was g
