He paused and added, "The tone sounds a bit anxious and panicked."
Victor glanced at Cuauhtémoc, who seemed nailed to the chair, lost and spiritless. There was no anger in the other's eyes anymore, but he looked like a walking corpse.
"Panic?" Victor spoke as if discussing a trivial matter, "Tell them Medellin is fine."
"Okay." Casare didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately whispered a few words to the secretary outside, and after giving instructions, stood by the door again.
Victor no longer looked at the former ally in the room.
He turned around, swiftly opened the heavy solid wood door, and strode out.
Casare followed closely behind, turned to look at Cuauhtémoc, opened his mouth, but there were things he wanted to say, yet didn't know how to begin.
He closed the door.
Cuauhtémoc's back looked very lonely.
The motorcade drove away from the Sini District Manor into the night, heading towards the National Palace.
