After a few moments of hesitation, Vincent breathed out a sigh and knocked on the door.
"Come in…" Oscar called out almost immediately.
Vincent pushed the door open and went in. He found Oscar seated on his chair behind the large work table.
"Good evening, Mr. Griffin," he said cheerfully, a smile on his lips.
Oscar gave him a brief nod and motioned for him to take the chair across from him. Vincent was uneasy because of his gloomy demeanor. He sighed secretly as he took his seat.
He mustered a smile and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Oscar gave him a long, hard look before responding, "Yes, indeed." I have high hopes for you, Vincent. And I hope you will not disappear on me again."
"Erm…" Vincent averted his gaze and said, "I am sorry. The situation was…"
"Situation…" Oscar uttered the word coldly, interrupting him. "You could have told me, Vincent. I trusted you."
"I am sorry," Vincent muttered, hanging his head down.