The man hesitated and stared down at his own shoes. "Sir, we haven't heard any news about his demise."
Amit's face twisted into a scowl, his fists clenched in anger. "Damn! These idiots and bastards. Can't they get even a thing done properly? All of them are useless."
His anger was palpable as he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he ordered the man to leave. "Get out. I need to handle this myself."
As the man hurried out, Amit's eyes narrowed. He reached for his phone, quickly dialing the number of his most trusted informant. The line rang twice before it was answered.
"This is Amit Sharma," he snapped into the receiver. "I need to know Evan's current status immediately. No more excuses. Is he alive or dead?"
A tense silence followed, and Amit's grip on the phone tightened as his patience began to wear thin.
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