Three sets of serious and sharp looking eyes staring was the first thing that Ian saw as he opened the door of the unit. The three guys were intently looking at him, instantly bringing him in a hot seat situation. Xavier fixed his eyeglasses, pushing the center of the frame using the index finger of his right hand. Neil was crossing his arms against his chest, his right hand was tapping the upper part of his left arm. And Junel was munching his favorite chips. Still the same brand that Junel used to eat since they were in college.
“Care to explain what we heard online?” Neil started. The way he stared at Ian did not change.
“Yeah. . . Ian, care to explain the whole situation without leaving a single detail?” Junel seconded before he took another piece of chip. He then put the chip in his
