"When is this going to end?" Yves hissed quietly beside Clyde, his voice tinged with desperation as he leaned in closer, his posture subtly submissive. "You said you wanted to take me to Rosie!"
"Here," Clyde replied nonchalantly, passing a small note to Yves. The paper held what appeared to be coordinates for various locations.
Then, without missing a beat, Clyde retrieved his phone and continued with unwavering composure, "Confirm these locations and send the aerial views to Vincent."
Yves fought to contain the surge of frustration that threatened to consume him, his muscles tensing with the effort to restrain himself.
With a visible effort, he suppressed the urge to stomp his feet in annoyance, instead forcing a strained grimace to cross his features.
"You'd better end this meeting soon!" he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice dripping with pent-up frustration.