(This is written in third person POV)Al paced the room, his teeth gritted with rage. His footsteps echoed through the room like a slow drumbeat. Two of his men stood beside him. No one dared meet his eyes.“So none of you can explain where the fuck he went?” Al stopped pacing. “What do I pay you motherfuckers for?”Dera walked in with two other men.Al’s face tightened when Dera got closer. A vein pulsed in his neck. “Where the fuck is he?” he stepped into Dera’s space. Dera shook her head. “I don’t know!” Dera’s voice cracked. Her eyes darted towards the exit. “Where the fuck were you?”“I stepped out to get some food. And he was still here when I left.”Al let out a loud breath and continued pacing the room.He suddenly stopped.“Check the CCTV footage,” he said.One of the men stepped out of the room.Al swept a cold stare across the room and continued pacing.A couple of minutes later, the man walked back in.“Boss, we have a problem,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Wh