Kevin's POV
The weight of frustration pressed down on me as I walked back and forth the room. My fingers twitched, itching to hit something, anything, against the wall.
The failure wasn’t just on Dennis, it was on me too.
Dennis had made promises, grand ones, about how everything was under control.
When the door creaked open, I didn’t even bother to look. I already knew who it was.
“It’s done,” Dennis announced, his voice confident as he strolled in. His smirk just annoyed me more.
I stopped pacing and slowly turned towards him, my eyes narrowing. “Done?” I repeated, my voice sharp.
Dennis raised an eyebrow. “Yes, done. Dr. Thomas is dead. We should be celebrating.”
Without saying a word, I reached for the remote on the table and clicked it on the power button.
The television scre
