"I see you're enjoying yourself with her," the man said, his voice laced with irritation.
Yet, even with the tension that was clearly present, he kept a calm and almost eerily steady attitude.
Tryson's eyes grew darker, and his face changed to show a cold and thoughtful look.
With careful quietness, he moved his gaze toward the room, watching Angel as she occupied herself with various tasks.
For a brief moment, he just looked—his eyes stayed on her as she got ready—before, with slow intention, he redirected his attention to the wide view outside the balcony, his thoughts hidden from sight.
His hold on the phone became a little bit firmer as he started to talk, and his voice lowered to almost a whisper.
He seemed strangely composed, even though the importance of the words he was about to say hung heavily in the air.
"Boss, do we really have to do it this way?" Tryson asked, a trace of fear threading through his tone.