Henry
"Henry," Hendrick called me. I was in my home office, thinking about everything I already had and what was happening.
"Hello."
"Kelvin is in Italy," Hendrick said fearfully.
"Have you found out what she wants? Why doesn't she return to Germany, where she should be?" It was true; I was already sick of her.
"Not yet, but she came accompanied."
"By whom?" It would be ideal if she were with someone other than Patrick, then she wouldn't bother me anymore.
"We don't know yet. The cameras couldn't capture his face."
"Damn it, Hendrick, our guys can't get anything right." I slammed my desk.
"I know," said Hendrick. "But at least we know it was her father who ordered the attack on Liz's house."
"What the hell?!" I shouted. I already knew they were playing dirty, but I didn't know it
