Letting out a frustrated sigh, the man in question looks up from the paper in his hand. “What.”
A set of hands slam harshly on his desk. “The funds, Haitham, the funds!” Kaveh points an
accusatory finger at his roommate. “You rejected them! Again! Even though I’ve already revised them like you told me to!”
“Revise them again, then.”
Kaveh throws his hands up in exasperation. “It’s already the least we can go!”