His gaze shifted to his phone. His thoughts swirling, Who did his father hire? He better be good. Makko thought to himself, scowling as his fingers swiped the glowing phone screen. His back was against the wall of this room. It was usually quiet except the light music he played, it's base giving him a bit of hope. Tapping his foot against the floor, your voice of welcome shook him from his thoughts. And he raised his gaze, his eyebrows knit together. "What? He growled. "Finally you showed."
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