That screech was sure to have been heard all over, it had roused Jaimeson from his own stupor. He let out a deep chest rumbling groan as his own eyes landed on the older witch that was making the noise. Jaimeson grimaced as his gaze met her panicked ones, helping lower her from the wall, while trying to tuck himself away, zipping up pants that were far too tight in that moment. He had to keep thinking of numbers, willing it to go down faster.
Knowing he needed to take the lead, he opened his mouth to say anything, when just to their luck, in walked Jaimeson's boss. He felt his stomach drop, he was going to be fired. He felt his jaw set as the older witch beat the pair to retelling what had just happened. For the first time in the longest time, he felt his anger reaching uncontrollable levels. How could he have been so stupid?