Upon arriving at his office, I opened the door only to find out that three of his freaking allies were there—sitting comfortably on the chaise longue while staring in my direction.
They didn’t emit anything, but I know they are reckoning me in their minds. Hence, I don’t care about their sentiments. This crisis is mine, yet they are helping me while trying my best to decipher this mystery.
Frankly, this is bizarre. Everything seems peculiar. From my parents—meeting Ezekiel until helping me with my circumstances. I mean, I should be thankful that they are helping me—trying to be friends with me—building a bond with me, but that’s ridiculous. It shouldn’t be like that—we shouldn’t be friends if that were the proper term for our situation.
“We’re going to have a meeting,” Ezekiel declared
