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Keeping his head turned to the left side of the office, he stared at the shelves. His gaze wandered, observing the contents from where he was seated. Eventually, he switched so that he was staring at the other side. He didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to listen in, although he really wasn't able to.
He rolled both of his wrists slowly. Thankfully neither of them made a single crack. Although his watch did make a tiny sound as it slid forward. His fingers lightly held the bezel of it as he briefly checked the time. Then he let his hands rest on his lap.
The sound of the pen against the paper lead him to watch the three men and Dorota again. While observing, his head tilted to the right. Well that sure was a quick negotiation in his opinion, but it might not be the first have met nor may it be the last.
Antony's eyes trailed up, first gazing at the hand then up to the man. The corners of his lips quivered up into a light grin as he swiftly stood up. Without looking down, he grasped the man's hand and gently shook it.
"Thank you, Sir. Have a great evening," He said, staring into the man's eyes before looking over at the other two.