Fourteen days have passed since agent number 2, Yoh Song-Ho has not answered the Firm's calls.
The Boss, Nadine Ndongo, spent her free time trying to find him or get a number, an address, anything. Thus, it was not uncommon to see her eating a sandwich triangle for lunch, circling places in red on gray maps.
In order not to be noticed more than they were, the members of the Firm stopped the market of paintings, and even the hit men's section was left hanging without doing anything.
The cop was hanging around Boss's office five days a week, but nobody was allowed to touch a single strand of her hair. Not that Wei Xiaojian wanted to. His Boss's desires were his desires too.
There was no one more compassionate than her in the community. No matter what anyone said, she could give them a fa
