Nathan's POV.
What was he doing here? — I yelled in my head, glaring at him with my hands clenched by my side.
“We asked him to wait in the lobby… he is heading to the waiting room right now.” The receptionist said in a breath.
Shifting his attention from the receptionist to me, he said, “You should have done that the moment she asked you to.”
Nodding behind him, he said, “I intentionally stayed back wondering what was going on here.” He added, causing me to roll my eyes at him.
“What do you want? I might be able to help you.” He shrugged and with a deep frown etched on my face, I imitated his intimidating pose, pushing my hands into my pockets.
“Why should I tell you? It's not as if we are close acquaintances to be having this kind of conversation.” I snarled at him.
My anger
