"What are you saying?" Jeff thundered into the office hitting his desk with his fist. The men inside the room almost cowered in fear despite being known as his elite team. Jeff stood up and took short steps around the table to meet them. "What are you saying?" he asked again looking at each of them in the eye.
"Sir, we are unable to find anything. Young miss has no record of speaking about her music career," answered the bravest of the brave.
Jeff's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You want to tell me that my wife is a liar?" he asked with an ironic smile on his face. The men knew better than to insist especially when that smile was on him.
"We're sorry sir."
