Nathanael's pov:
The agitated heart rate behind my closed doors tugs my attention in its direction, growing more and more restless the longer this person faces the barrier separating us. But It only takes Avery a minute to finally give it a kind knock.
"Come in," my voice blares through the entire room.
Very slowly, the door creaks open, allowing me to catch a glimpse of Avery's little figure. He starts to fidget with the fabric of his pants as he stands still, awaiting my next instruction.
I simply nod his way, which he seems to understand it is permission to approach my desk.
"You wanted to see me, sir," he quietly half asks as though unsure if being heard will get him in trouble.
"Take a seat, Avery," my gaze travels towards one of the chairs facing my desk. He obliges, but refuses to maintain eye contact with me for longer than seconds at a time, "Are you ready to talk now?" I ask once he's settled.
