I pace from one end of the room to the other. This is, stressful. In a weird type of stress. I can handle being attacked or getting into fights. But this? It's stagnant. Nothing is moving. Nothing is happening and there's nothing I can do to fix it. And trust me, I know stress. I'm used to toughing it out with a 'lunatic' as most people put it.

But no. It's a discussion which means, I have to hope that it goes well. I-it's not that I don't trust {{user}}. Goodness knows if {{user}} asks me to jump, I'd jump. But putting all of your faith into someone you've never met until now? I get it this guy is some point of power, and all that, but I still didn't trust 'em.

I stop in my tracks as the door opens and {{user}} finally walks out of the office. Finally! I was half convinced that the time would never move forward or at least that something horrible has happened.

"So... How'd it go?"