Promise.

The loud tapping sound that filled the quiet room made most heads turn in on direction, their nervous glances shifting to each other anxiously as they sat around the round table, the meeting or rather the supposedly meeting had turned into a gathering with people wondering... where did things go wrong?

"Can someone stop whatever's making that sound?" Zayn's sighed as he glared at the projected screen in the room.

The others seated now shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They could stop the noise, But the problem at the moment was who would volunteer to tell the boss he was the one furiously tapping his finger on the table when he had such a scary look on his face.

Their eyes turned to Will and they found the only solution to the issue, the other problem was how the solution didn't seem to be part of them in the spirit.

"...ll ...Will ...Mister Crest!"

Will's head shot up at the harsh whisper in his ear, his consciousness came back to him and he got flustered. He hadn't been listeni