"Greetings." With quite some luck, you managed to catch AlHaitham in his office, you were looking for him everywhere. AlHaitham sat and leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other; his eyes glued on the book which he usually read. His stoic and calm demeanour made you furious after what happened.

"Why the tantrum?" The man spoke, not giving you a single glance. He knew what was up— but as usual he loved pulling on those strings of yours.