If Axton came to pick the vial up, he'd surely see Ren hiding under the desk. Ren was at a loss for what to do. If he had a gun, he'd voluntarily shoot himself in the head because he was just as good as dead when Axton found him here.
Axton never came.
Ren heard his footsteps walking around his desk then he heard a slight shuffling of pages.
A little relief washed over him. Maybe Axton was just checking a few things before he would leave.
Ren waited, cursing himself mentally for ever subjecting himself to such a horrible situation.
"You can come out now, Renault," Axton's hoarse voice boomed in the office.
Ren's heart turned to the office's walls because he felt Axton's timbrel right in the walls of his heart, vibrating violently with fear. A cold chill ran down his spine and his vision turned dark for a second.
He's been caught.
'I'm such a fool,' he cried.
Very slowly, Ren crawled out from under the desk, his legs trembling as he stood at his full height.
