"We didn't see any drone flying around, nor there is one caught in any footage around the building." Dane lowered his head as he stood in front of the desk. "Sir, are you sure it's a drone?"
Dominic, who was sitting on the swivel chair, spun it around to look at the floor-to-length window. His brows were furrowed, deep in thought. After receiving that message from the drone, it flew up. He ordered his people to check anything that could be connected to the drone, but to no avail.
"You are invited to the circus," he whispered, tapping his finger against the armrest. "What a strange invitation."
There was nothing noteworthy about that invitation aside from the clown logo at the end. There was no venue or anything that it was about. It was just too vague, giving him mixed emotions about what sort of invitation it was.
'It didn't look like it's a death threat,' he thought, comparing it to all death threats he received recently.
