CALEB.
“Marcel, I trust you can take care of it.” I spoke while sipping coffee early the next morning.
Someone had indeed broken into my house yesterday, and I was gonna find out. Marcel has been one of my oldest friends, and he was a mercenary, together with being a private investigator. With the right tools and information, he can fish anybody out. Getting rid of them was another ball game.
In the meantime, I was headed to my first meeting for the day. I entered the conference room, all heads turning towards me. Different classes of people sat in front of me, all awed by my aura. They didn't say it, but I knew. I had a thing for captivating people. I relaxed comfortably in my seat, my mind wandering into all the things I had lined out for today, flipped a few papers on my desk, exhale
