Lancelot sighed and dropped himself on the soft sofa as soon as we entered his office. I guess he got tired of dealing with every problem that Trevor brought to his company while he was out.
“Do you want to eat something?” I asked. I signaled his secretary not to accept any visitors and locked the door. “Let’s order.”
“I don’t have an appetite,” he said. “I might just throw it up.”
I sat on the floor beside him. “Why? Are you not feeling well?”
He shook his head. “It was just that I can't calm my nerves,” he answered. “I was worried that someone might sneak behind us and hurt you.”
I smirked. “Do you really think someone can do that?”
He put his arm on his forehead. “We might never know but it is better to be alert.” He looked at me. “And I was worried because you seem to be distract
