Dylan POV
As soon as I ended the call, I pocketed my phone and turned to Dermot.
"I need to find the administrator," I said, my anger simmering.
"Do you know who the administrator is?" I asked, despite not wanting to engage with him.
"Yes, I do," Dermot replied.
"Good," I said curtly.
"I'll take you to the administrator," Dermot offered.
"Lead the way," I accepted gruffly.
Dermot led me through a detour, taking a sharp turn.
"We'll take a shortcut," he explained, and I nodded. As we walked, Dermot added, "My wife's younger brother is also in this training camp."
"Really?" I replied, focused on reaching the administrator's office. Even though he had already told me earlier about his sister’s son being in the camp, I continued with the conversation to avoid sounding rude.
"Yes, and he's doing exceptionally well," Dermot added.