บท 179: Chapter 179: Miles, Diha

Wednesday. Thames House. London, United Kingdom.

MILES WENT OVER THE transcript for what had to be the tenth time.

His head still wasn't in it, and he'd made several mistakes the last few days. Rookie mistakes.

What was worse, his team was treading lightly around him and he hated that. It made him feel like his mother. He loved her, but he didn't want to be her. He didn't like himself right now, and try as he might to work his frustrations out in constructive ways, it stuck with him.

So he was pushing forward the best way he could. By doing work two and three times before, he was satisfied.

Someone stepped into the doorway of his office.

Miles didn't glance up. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and if he ignored them, they might go away.

"Good to see you at work, Mr. Green."

His head snapped up and he stared at the Deputy Director General. "Bennett, ma'am. Sorry."

"Sit." She swung his door shut behind her before sitting on the short stack of files in the guest chair.