Devlin was late coming to his company office. He planned to stay a few hours and to go home right before lunch.
"Sir, you got two appointments this morning. The first one, I cancelled because it is not urgent. You got one urgent and confidential envelope." Mr. Balam, his personal assistant, was waiting for Devlin when he alight from the helicopter. Mr. Balam reported to him while they were walking briskly.
Devlin's offices were at the penthouse of the forty-storey building. The rooftop was the helipad. They just had to ride the elevator or to use the stairway to go to his offices.
"Make us some coffee first," he ordered while he gathered his thoughts.
Devlin did not check his emails. He did not investigate the results of the scanning machine. He lost all interests suddenly.
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