"I didn't lose a friend,
I just realized I never had one"
Two weeks later
At CIA Headquarters, US
"WHY THE HELL ISN'T SHE PICKING UP MY PHONE?"
Vincent growled with clenched teeth. He was inside his cabin pacing back and forth for the past one hour like a madman. Vincent had called Rosaline around fifty times but she didn't pick up his call, not even for once. Rosaline's ignorance was incensing the Agent badly. His perfectly coiffed hair had been dishevelled by now as he was continuously running his fingers through them, pulling them hard in frustration.
"URGG!! DAMMIT!!", Vincent yelled in anger and slammed his right fist on the table. The things kept on his desk rattled because of the force.
