"It can only be a powerful and rich person; that means someone who can afford it to be able to swiftly take care of the car like it has been done. I wonder why I pay you so much if I have to do that analysis for you?" Mr. Owens shouted irritatingly.
The other man who was clad in black and fitting clothes lowered his head as he was reprimanded as he knew his shortcomings in this case.
The room became quiet for a while, then he commanded, "Get the lawyer here now!"
Sam sighed and replied, "Please reconsider this decision,"
At the same time, the other man in the room, Gid, also asked, "…at this time of the night? Isn't it too late to get him here?"
Gid, was in charge of the private security squad of Mr. Owens and had been in that position since he was recruited right out of Beo Special Security Forces almost a decade back. He was now like family and sometimes forgot that Mr. Owens was his superior and not his direct grandfather.
