MARTINS POV.
I pressed against the doorbell continuously. Minutes passed, and then slowly it made its way to hours before the gates were opened. My gaze matched that of Jerome and the gateman in guard.
“And here I was beginning to get worried that you yourself were in an accident.” Jerom retorted, there was something about the mischievous glint in his eyes that made me want to make my way into my room. I wasn't pleased with how it had been two f*****g hours, but I wasn't ready to kay, soon enough.
“Please talk to me; let's make this clear. Were you aware I had been by the gate all along?” I asked, waiting for a response.
“What if Wd did? I was on duty all day! day and I think I had someone in a wheelchair through the dashcam. I believed it was a beggar, but it turned out to be a bayou,
