Maxwell’s head was buried in paperwork. Things weren’t going so well for the company right now, and this made his workload increase tenfold.
Running his hand tiredly down his face with a soft sigh, Maxwell tossed the papers in his hands on the desk to rub his aching forehead.
The only thing he was looking forward to was Damien's call. Today was the day Damien promised to have everything on the table.
Maxwell checked his phone, a few messages from Angela. Nothing from Damien yet, so he placed down his phone and started back with the paperwork.
And eight seconds later, the desk phone rang. Annoyed, Maxwell pinched the bridge of his nose. He picked up the phone.
“Speak,” He gritted through his teeth, trying to sound as pleasant as possible yet failing.
"Sir, I have the police on line t
