Cruden wasn't known for his patience. Nothing rushed completion like stress and fear. He held his composure, even as Kallum paced back and forth in the office. Finally, Sebastian rushed inside, out of breath, but with the manilla folder as requested.
"Alpha, the photos and report you've requested," Sebastian stated, placing the envelope on the table.
Kallum wasted no time in tearing through the paper, spilling all of the contents onto Cruden's desk. From behind Cruden, the sun was setting into a fierce red and bright orange. Dusk was approaching. Most people would be leaving their offices soon and heading home, but not Tiberias Conglomerate. Employees were working paid overtime managing different departments, but the folks on the top floor? They were staying however long it took to get the results Cruden wanted.
"Son of a b*tch," Kallum cursed, throwing down the report furiously. "That slippery bastard."
