The old ugly man fingered his filthy nose and brought the Greenish, yellowish and lumpy porridge-like coagulations.
White gaged as he waited for the fat old man to speak up.
" Did they find her? Did they contact you again, or? " The old man wiped custard-like mucus on the cheap desk.
" They didn't contact me and I don't know how the process is going on " White replied and he held himself from puking.
The chair he was sitting on would be collapsing any moment, White swears that he was two full seats on any airline.
" Then check the damn process, we don't want to waste any more time " He wheezed his words out of his mouth while patting his jelly-like tummy, White can imagine his whole hand disappearing in it.
" Yes Sir " He left the filthy room while getting his phone out of his dress
