After Dilbert Walker left, he swiftly rallied his forces.
Arthur Lindsey was leaning diagonally at the window, overlooking from a high viewpoint the plaza where thousands of security guards in uniform were forming a human wall to safeguard Ella Lacey's exit and disperse the passing crowds.
Only then did he take his palm out of his pocket, stained with patches of blood.
Pulling out a wet wipe from the desk, he casually wiped it off. His dazzling gaze was always focused on the tomboy outside the window. It has to be said, her current outfit made him furrow his brows, completely spoiling her pretty face.
The cigarette she held between her fingers was something he wished he could immediately snatch away and ruthlessly crush underfoot...
It wasn't until Ella disappeared from his line of sight, moving into an unseen area, that he slowly shifted his gaze and walked to his office desk.
Then, he took out his cell phone and called Louis Jefferson, who quickly answered.
