Joshua Hughes was dressed in a suit, his face cold and stern, exuding an aura of death. He glanced up at him briefly, before coolly sitting in his place. His defiant chin and lips pressed into a straight line both signaled his displeasure.
Luis Hughes paused for a moment, then spoke blandly: "You've never been late as a habit, but today you were fifteen minutes late for work. That's not like you, big brother."
They had already broken apart, having never really gotten along despite their close blood ties.
Joshua Hughes' eyes were cold and indifferent, and he remained silent.
