"You're sick!" Bobby exclaimed as he pulled up in front of the SK building channel.
"It's fine," Zeno said, waving him off. He grabbed some napkins from his broken compartment to wipe the side of his face. He was slightly drenched from the rain because Bobby's car window didn't close fully.
"You should have told me," he muttered. "So, this was why your friends appeared like they didn't want to let you go."
Bobby reached out to hold Zeno's arm but quickly retaliated when he felt how warm he was.
"This can't be," he muttered, about to turn around to go to a hospital, but Zeno placed his hand over the gear and shook his head.
Then, he sighed. "You know how hard it is to get to this point," Zeno started off.
"Your company has been in a slump. Wait, no—in a dump. You've never experienced a surplus. All you've had are deficits. That's why your family is starting to resent you."
Bobby placed his hand over his heart. Did Zeno have to go this hard on him?
