ALEXANDER'S POV
After Chary was shot, I stood by the window, and looking at the sunset rise at the window, I felt a pang of fear in my heart. I called Tizheruk and informed him of my plans and requested him to keep Chary safe until I was back.
My intel had told me that it was the bullet-laced poison assassin that had been hired to take me out and then the bullet hit Chary. I slid the window blinds closed and turned the lights up on a mild glow as I sat at the desk at the corner of the room.
I went down to the drawer that was second down on the right-hand side, typing in a code, scanning my thumb, and turning a key. The drawer unlocked and I pulled out a white file holder that held a stack of papers at least one inch thick.
