The memory unit.
The nerves were taking their toll on his system, but he managed to enter his office without saying or doing anything in front of Nayla or his assistant.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself not to rush to his desk. He took his time sitting down, trying to organize his thoughts. He turned on his computer and began logging in. When the confirmation screen appeared, displaying a photograph of himself from years ago, the door opened.
Johari walked in, a steaming cup in her hand. She closed the d