LANEY
“I see” his jaw clenched, his fists balled on top of his desk. He seems very angry by my response. He relaxes, his smile tight but holding no hostility, he unclenches his fists and leans back in his chair “any particular reason why?” He asks casually. If you weren’t zoned in on him you wouldn’t of even known he’d been angry, it was that quick of a change. “I just don’t think it’s right for me, I’d like to get this project done and go back to my life” he nods his head. “Right. Well I spoke to the decorators, they claim the room should be complete by tomorrow afternoon. Get your things packed and I’ll have Andre take them back to your apartment for you.” With that he turns his attention back to his desk. When he notices that I haven’t moved from my spot in front of his desk he mutter
