Zane didn't leave. He stood exactly where he was, his arms still crossed. His eyes remained on Milan, who had already turned back to his desk and picked up one of the papers as though the conversation had ended.
But to Zane, the conversation wasn't over.
Milan looked up after a short while, and realized Zane was still standing there. "What are you still standing there for?" He asked him.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Milan." Zane replied, intertwining his hands behind his back.
"I gave you one." Milan shrugged, his hands in the air, and Zane crossed his arms against his chest once again.
"You told me to figure it out." Zane uncrossed his arms and took a step toward the desk. "I'm telling you I've run out of options. I've tried everything I can think of. Vera has tried, but the boy just
