Knock, knock.
The sound slipped into the room clearly, breaking the charged atmosphere that had remained after the previous exchange. It wasn't a strong knock, but firm enough to demand attention.
Bernard let out a long sigh, loaded with annoyance. His gaze deviated toward the door while passing a hand over his face, as if that moment had arrived at the worst possible instant.
"I'm somewhat busy right now," he said, raising his voice without bothering to disguise his irritation, "so if you can go to hell, I'd appreciate it."
He didn't wait for a response. He took a small sip of his drink, recovering part of his composure while the liquor descended slowly.
The silence barely lasted a couple of seconds.
Knock, knock.
More insistent this time.
Bernard's brow furrowed forcefully. His fingers tensed around the glass before leaving it with a dry thud on the table.
