“Where is my file?” He asked, making it obvious that he was a man of little words.
“Rogers.” she grunted. Her lung was choked up because of his grip.
“Where is my file?” he repeated.
“Rogers.” she forcefully repeated.
“Stop calling me that name and tell me where my file is,” It was a harsh whisper.
She was running out of breath. Perhaps all he wanted was his file and then he would let her go. She quickly pointed to the cabinet that was filled with files by her left hand side.
“Locate it.” he commanded, as he lowered her to the floor, released his grip and allowed her to search for the file that contained information about him. He stood at her back as he watched her scurrilously search for the file.
Her hands were so shaky that she scattered the files as she searched for his file. Sh
