Wesley sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, the light from his computer casting a soft glow on his chiselled features. He had been working late into the evening, his mind consumed with numbers and spreadsheets. It was then that he heard the familiar "ping" of a new email arriving in his inbox.
As he opened the message, a small smile formed on his face which disappeared almost immediately it came. The information he had been waiting for all day had finally arrived. He wasn't in a haste to open or read what the message entails, after all, he would be dissecting and investigating soon. He trusts his men, the Croxxed X to deliver accurate information.
All through the afternoon since Andrew left to see Sarah, he had a few Croxxed X keep an eye on him in a bid to protect him. And he had been k
