Alexander Mercer suddenly jumped up from his chair, "You, who did you say? Christopher Moore?"
Damn it, his own father was going to get married, and as his own son, he didn't even know?
"Who told you to sabotage the wedding?"
Alexander Mercer asked.
"Boss, um, isn't our organization supposed to keep the client's identity confidential?"
"Who said that?"
Immediately, Alexander Mercer's screen popped up "You said it."
Alexander was at a loss for words, "Then just pretend I didn't say it. No! Changed, among internal members, top executives have the right to check the client's identity."
"Wouldn't that be somewhat improper?" the other side said.
"Why would it be improper! If I say it's fine, then it's fine!"
A second later, the man who called Alexander Mercer "boss," around twenty-something, heard a continuous booming sound from his computer screen, with virtual bombs exploding on screen...
In no time, there was a knocking sound at the man's door, "Bang bang bang,"
