Michael was feeling restless as he had put almost all of his secret agents, followed by Komachi's. The sole task was to find out that crafty lady, Rose. He couldn't judge her intentions even now. Sometimes, she seemed to be playing by their side; other times, her acts were utterly contradictory.
"I want you to turn every stone… Find her from hell if you have to!" Michael's voice thundered inside one of the big halls in the Perkinston Corps complex. The colleagues, soon to be attending the meeting, shivered in their seats, but nobody dared to even move a muscle, afraid that the vicious CEO's rage might end up on them.
Once Michael finished the meeting, which ended up being not so productive, as his mood was twisted beyond repair to concentrate—
"Brian… Enough is enough. I want this complex to be heavily guarded; I should be informed even if someone sneezes!" he blurted. His chair ended up crashing against the expensive wooden rack behind.
