"Algeria." Zach answered straightforwardly, but then lied about his plan just so his manager would give him the permission. "I've booked my flight."
"What? Are you crazy?!" The man heaved an exasperated sigh once he realized that he wouldn't be able to stop Zach from going. "Have you notified Mr. James about it?"
"That's your job." Zach replied nonchalantly. "But don't tell him I'm going to Algeria. He won't let me go there for sure."
"But that means he's going to come for my throat if I lie to him about your travel! Goddamit...." His manager protested, exhaling another deep breath from the other side. Surprise colored his face as an idea crossed his mind. "Wait... don't tell me you want to visit the gas field again!"
However, Zach didn't heed his question and said, "Check your bank account. Enjoy your weekend with my uncle."
