At that moment, Lovi was still sitting at his desk in the dimly lit room, his fingers drumming an impatient and restless rhythm against the hard surface as he waited with barely contained agitation for Cora's response to arrive in his inbox.
His teeth were grinding together with the kind of tension that came from a man who was used to being in complete control of every situation and absolutely despised being made to wait for anything.
He was muttering to himself under his breath, his voice low and dangerous in the quiet of the room.
"What the hell is keeping Cora?" he growled, his eyes darting back to his phone screen for what felt like the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes.
"What is literally taking her so long? She was supposed to respond to that message immediately the moment she opened it. What on earth is keeping her from responding?"
