Mekhi gazed down at the time Nathan had set, which was a countdown of sixty minutes.
He then realized he’d endured over 20 minutes of squats and that didn’t count.
Nathan disyed a cruel mastery of tormenting techniques.
Mekhi sneered in his heart.
Despite having recentlypleted over 500 push-ups, he grappled with trembling arms, fighting to endure.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to regte his breathing.
He was acutely aware that if he got suspended because the books on his palms fell, this news would tarnish his reputation and impact hispany’s stock.
He couldn’t allow that to happen.
The one hour crawled by, like an eternity.
Mekhi, locked in silence, stared at the timer, silently enduring the escting pain.
His arms ached and his legs trembled uncontrobly.
Profuse sweat dripped onto the floor, forming puddles.
The office hushed into an unusual stillness.
Nathan immersed himself in his tasks, while Mekhi could almost hear the rhythmic beat of his own sweat hitting the floor.
There were still five minutes left.
Mekhi rallied his spirits, anticipating the satisfying moment when the countdown would end.
However, the timer froze at 2:59.
Perplexed, Mekhi questioned the reliability of his vision.
He shut his eyes briefly and reopened them to find the timer stubbornly stuck at 2:59.
Mekhi was confused.
He looked at Nathan, who was engrossed in his work and remained oblivious to his silent distress.
“Sir.
”
Unfazed, Nathan continued to focus on his work.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
Mekhi endured a few more agonizing minutes, but the hands of the timer still didn’t move.
Teetering on the brink of a mental breakdown, he resisted giving up and spoke up.
“Sir, it appears the timer is malfunctioning.
”
“Malfunctioning?” Nathan, still absorbed in his work, proposed a remedy.
“The disyed time is probably unreliable then.
How about I get another timer and set a new time for you?”