He stood from his table and walked towards the window, hoping that the view would calm him down. But no matter how hard he tried, he could feel his blood boiling and his tension increasing.
In this kind of condition, he could not help but think of Cassie. She would know what to do when he was in this mood. He wondered where she was now. His men still could not find her.
"Michael, will you move my two appointments to later or tomorrow. I need to leave for a couple of hours." He told Michael as he exited his room and moved towards the elevator.
He knew that he could not concentrate unless he had done something about his stress level. He could only think of one fastest way to release his tension.
Because, as of now, he wanted to strangle someone. He was starting to put the pieces of evidence together. He was not too keen on the direction it was going.
