"I am, or rather was, Evan Greene."
Silence filled the room, only Lane's last words reverberating in the air. Damien just stood there, staring at Lane, speechless from the shock. While the information wasn't new to him, the announcement came out as a surprise, completely unexpected…
Lane just waited for the man to process it and recover. He himself was tense, nervously fiddling with his hands, and wanted nothing more but to have it finally all done and over with, but didn't want to rush the man. What if Damien changed his mind and decided to report him now? Not that it was likely to happen, but…
"Let's sit down first," Damien finally said, turning around and dropping heavily behind his desk, Lane taking a seat opposite him. "So. Why are you telling me now?"
"Well… I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's just… not an easy thing to talk about, you know?" Lane scratched his neck, chuckling nervously. "I haven't told anyone about it before…"