Blake leaned towards his chair. The headache that he felt from finding Marissa was killing him. Three days now, even Micky didn't know where she had gone.
"Hmm…" He hummed loud enough to let the one who knocked on his door knew.
Archer, who appeared behind the door, carefully walked in. Blake's mood these days was like an atom bomb, no one could predict when he would explode. "Sir…" He said, the moment he stood in front of Blake.
With his arms crossing, Blake lifted his chin a bit, "What is it?"
"You might want to know about this…" Archer flipped the tablet to make it face Blake's reading direction and passed it to him.
The stern expression that Blake had on his face before reading the article on the tablet instantly changed. He threw the tablet on the table and rubbed the back of his neck, "I knew it…this f**king reporter."
"Sorry sir?" Archer asked when he couldn't hear the mumbled words that were coming from Blake's mouth.
