Jefferson was loosing his pacience on an exponential way. He has always been a template man, however, this situation enerved him more than he expected. He fixed his sight on Ambre's eyes and could read some emotions, mainly fear, stress and fatigue.
Jefferson finally decided to cut the interrogation. After more than twenty punishing minutes, he could only ruin his leather pants and waste time. You could find the disappointment that he felt on his face. He clicked the button of the voice recorder to turn it off, and the press-click echoed on the entire space. Stood up pushing behind him the so unconfortable chair and turned around facing the door. At the time he reached the exit, which wasn't too long, he looked at Ambre for the last time, leaving the last words.
-Good luck, Mss. Lachance. I'm pretty sure we will see each other again, some day...- Turned to the exit and leaving everything behind, informs, expedients, files and of course Ambre, he took the door and left the room.
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