"You know, kiddo, your patience could use a bit of work," James said with a hint of an exasperated sigh, like a light breeze whispering through the leaves, faint and fleeting.
Mirabella's eyes narrowed slightly, her finger hovering over the end call button before she shifted it away, asking again with a bit of grit, "So, are you going to help or what?"
The corner of James' mouth lifted in a half-smile. "In a hurry, are we?"
"Not particularly, but it'd be great if you were free today," Mirabella replied after a brief moment of thought.
"Alright, shoot me your address and I'll send someone to pick it up."
"Okay, I'll drop you a pin. Thanks."
With that, Mirabella hung up and quickly opened her Messenger. Without hesitation, she found James' new chat and sent him the location of her apartment complex.
*
James received the pin on Messenger and shot back a quick [OK.] Then, he looked up at his crew standing a short distance away, each with a look of shock in their eyes.
His eyes narrowed as his mild manner on the phone vanished, "That's enough for today. Dismissed," he said, his voice cold and detached.
The team jolted to attention, hastily averting their eyes and scurrying out without a word.
Wyatt was the last to leave, and he was the one who got called back. "Wyatt, I need you to pick something up."
Wyatt halted, turned around, and looked at his boss. After a few seconds of silence, he asked softly, "For Mirabella?"
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