Chapter 7

He entered his office, shut the door, and pulled off his suit. He threw it on the office couch and sat down beside it. He looked into the mirror opposite the leather couch. His face was beginning to show more wrinkles, and his hair was mostly gray, yet he would make one of the fittest sixty-five-year-olds in the world. But beyond it, he could see his plan coming to failure.

A knock hit his door.

He looked at the door and asked who it was.

It was Charlie.

He opened the door for Charlie and went back to sitting. Charlie locked the door and stood opposite him.

“Tell me what all that was,” he said. His naturally baritone voice came out husky.

Charlie pushed his glasses closer to his face. He was already sweaty and shakingly. "Sir, my sources said it was the same guy that saved her from the accident ten years back”

He raised his head to look at Charlie. “What the fuck is that?”

“She had had a private detective looking for him for the past two years, sir,” Charlie said, his voice eve