"What do you mean?" asked Chris, completely ignoring his own team.
"I said, let him go," the agent tried to touch Journee's arm, waiting to pull her away when Jack grabbed the agent's hands midway and stopped her. "If you want your hand not to be broken, don't dare touch her," Jack gritted.
"Your office called him, and then this happened. Tell me who called him, NOW!!!" shouted Journee in Chris's face.
"How would I know who called him from my office? Do you have any idea how many agents are there in the FBI?" answered Chris. It felt like only Journee and Chris were present in that corridor. They ignored everyone else and kept talking to each other.
Finally, Archer reached Chris and, without thinking twice, just pulled Chris away from Journee.
"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped at Archer.
"Helping you, what else?" Archer snapped back. "Your father is sick, and you are here shouting at someone. What is wrong with you?"
