Oh my God Kenneth, you know that's not true..." Tristan groaned, so frustrated he wanted to scream. "I'm sorry for what I did to you but don't tell me you wouldn't mind if I started to harm people in..."
"Don't mind me, Tristan." Kenneth quietly cut Tristan off as he went behind his desk and settled into his chair "I'm just...ugh!" He rubbed at his face, as he released a frustrated breath. "Go get something to eat, okay? No one can attack me here. From what I've been taught, they wouldn't want to expose themselves. I'll be fine."
"Kenneth..."
"Just go, Tristan," Kenneth said without looking up.
With a long and slow exhale, Tristan pulled out his cell phone and dialled a number. He ordered some food to be delivered to Kenneth's office and sat down to read a magazine. When Kenneth stood
