"Yes. Cancel our plans."
I sat nervously at the edge of Claude's bed while he continued talking to someone over the phone. It must be the team, but what plans was he talking about? Did they make another plan without including me?
I frowned in dismay.
I wet my lips, ready to spill my unheard opinion on this matter, but then, just by moving my lips, I could feel the deadly fog in the air, silently threatening me that if I opened my mouth, it would seep right in my holes and kill me.
My poor, unfairly treated standpoint cried with me. Claude was facing the window, only his side profile came into my view, but I could tell he was restraining his anger just from the bulging veins in his neck, add the clenched jaw to that.
I already apologized for falling right above his head, but after telling me to stay put on his bed, he walked away and continued the call.
