The atmosphere inside the office was anything but alive. They were back in their old office — the one with the shady businesses.
"You can stay here until you resolve things," the landlady had said to Moby.
Then, she smiled at Zeno, holding onto his hands. "I hope the best for you and your entire family. Such a fine young man."
All of the artists were there, and as much as Moby tried to liven up the atmosphere, it wasn't working at all.
"Can they really do this?" Sarang muttered, appearing down. "Is J-Slick going to take over the company?"
"The trial hasn't started yet," Moby pursed his lips. "I'm sorry for the delays in everything."
"What do you have to apologize for?" Zeno asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Leni turned to him. "Is it just me or are you calmer than all of us? You're the one with the most to lose, but you appear the most composed."
Zeno sighed and leaned against their old couch. "Justice should be served."
