He then returned to his original spot.
Looking at him with a faint smile, Nathan said seriously, âLetâs test your physical strength.
Do four hundred push-ups without a break.
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âYes, sir.
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Thanks to rigorous training and a robust physique, the task wasnât overly challenging for him.
He promptly executed the push-ups in proper form, under Nathanâs watchful gaze.
In the quiet office, the only sounds were Mekhiâs occasional heavy breaths.
Nathan interrupted at one hundred push-ups and inquired, âHow many have you done?â
Sweating, Mekhi paused and immediately replied, âOne hundred and seven.
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Nathan smirked and said, âYou can talk.
Why not count aloud while doing the push-ups?â
âWhat ?â
Perplexed, Mekhi looked up at Nathan.
He didnât mention that earlier.
Nathan didnât utter a word.
But his stern expression made it clear that he expected a vocal count.
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Mekhi resumed, audibly stating, âOne hundred and eight.
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Nathan insisted, âYou stopped, so start over.
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Mekhi was at a loss for words.
As things were going, it promised to be a challenging day for him.
Suppressing his rage, Mekhi restarted the count from the beginning.
Nathan, seemingly pleased, watched for a moment before casually turning away.
He strolled to the table, poured a cup of tea, and leaned against the table, savoring the tea while listening to Mekhiâs panting.
The office was initially in a comfortable temperature.
But Nathan decided to crank up the heat to a toasty thirty degrees.
He took off his coat.
Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his attractive arms.
He even dropped a couple of ice cubes into his tea with a relaxed demeanor.
âThree hundred and forty-fiveâ¦â
Meanwhile, Mekhi was drenched in sweat, beads forming on his nose and chin, then dripping onto the floor.