"Clash."
"Damn! Are you kidding me?" Quinn yelled angrily as he threw away the glass of whiskey he had been drinking a while ago to the floor.
"Boss, this ….. I am afraid that we may end up losing more than we already have if we continue to pursue this!"
"Heh, lose a lot more than this? Damn! Are you sure that you can't find more than what you already gave me?" Quinn asked as he seethed with anger as he recalled the information he had just received a whole ago.
The man in back standing across Quinn didn't look so well, but what else could he say or do in such a situation?
"I am afraid that for now, there is nothing we can do!" he could only sigh dejectedly.
Quinn propped his elbows on the desk before raising his hands upwards and started massing his temples as he contemplated the next step.
"Boss!" the man in black called out.
"Um," Quinn grunted in response without looking at the man.
