The next day, Will finally stepped into the grocery store's building.
He had been staying in his place since Saturday.
As he walked down the hallway leading to his 'office', his movements were slow. He couldn't help but look at every corner as if scared that he was being watched as he walked.
His posture was also different. It was obvious that he was less confident. Still, there was cockiness in the way he walked. It was as if he knew, at the back of his mind, that he still had a way out of this problem.
The door to the administrative office opened when he arrived.
Will hovered at the entrance.
His eyes scanned the office, as if expecting someone else to be there. When he didn't see Gray, only Marcus, who was seated calmly behind the desk with a folder in hand, his shoulders dropped slightly.
"…Sir Marcus," Will muttered, stepping in slowly.
Marcus didn't stand. He simply closed the folder in front of him and looked up.
"You're here."
