Noah looked at the phone and made no facial expression, he walked into his office and took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves and he sat behind his desk. Aiden watched and sighed, he slowly realised that they weren't going home any time soon.
"Aiden bring me any contracts that need looked at." Aiden went out and brought back a large stack of documents, the documents height was the length of half of Aiden's body. Setting them down beside Noah he sighed at the long night ahead.
"Aiden what about our problem at the port?."
Noah had always traded weapons legally and illegally. Selling to whichever country offered the most money. Of course, he kept the best designs for himself. When Governor Archer May had been disposed of and the old enemy started to make a few moves and Noah was keeping an eye on it.
