From a distance so close yet feeling as far away as a galaxy, Mark could see Celine's back receding into the distance. All around him, a group of high-ranking officials formed a barricade that slowly moved away from the warehouse area.
Mark stood frozen, his hollow eyes staring blankly at the void Celine had left behind.
However, the man's dark reverie was not allowed to linger long. A rough yank on the collar of his torn, sweat-soaked shirt instantly shattered what little focus he had left.
"Stand up! Don't play dead in front of me, you lazy slave!" The port foreman's shrill voice boomed, forcibly severing Mark's train of thought.
"How long do you plan to sit there lazing around, huh?!"
