Chris kept applying antiseptic liquid over Archer's cuts and bruises. His torn shirt was showing his bruised shoulder too.
"Take off your shirt," demanded Chris.
"Sir, I am fine," protested Archer.
"Archer, I can see your bruised shoulder," said Chris, worried.
"That is nothing, sir. I am fine. Let me finish my conversation with Harry," he said with bitterness. "So, Harry, did she know who I am?"
Harris instantly replied, "no, your secret is safe."
"At least you didn't fuck that up," chided Archer.
"Sorry boss," Harris lowered his eyes again.
"Enough with your sorrys," shouted Archer. He then looked at the man sitting quietly in the corner and shouted at him, "You, show me the sketch."
"Yes, yes sir." He came running to Archer and placed the drawing pad before him. Archer slid the drawing pad with a jerk and brought it into his line of sight. The beautiful girl appeared before him. Her drawing was as beautiful as he remembered her.
