Nathen, Gael's right hand man, entered his office room and informed him of something that left him puzzled.
"Do you know someone named Mateo?" he asked. "I can't recall someone with that name in our business circle." He sat down in front of Gael and showed him the man's number. "He has been calling me since two days ago, asking to meet you. Someone you know?"
It was hard to find Gael's number, but it was easy enough to reach Nathen. After all, he had to socialize with several people regarding business matters.
"Mateo?" Gael took a look at the number, but when he tried to find it in his own phone, the number came out to be unrecognizable. Simply, he didn't save the number or know who owned it. "Did he say anything else?"
"He was talking about something weird," Nathen said, looking up, trying to remember the details of the conversation. "He talked about a pack in the north."
