Sitting in his office, his eyes were analysing a document sent by one of his colleagues. Narrowing as he focused his grey eyes on a specific piece of information when his thick lashes moved down and his attention was driven to a call as he picked it up and raised his cell phone to his ear.
It was a black-berry. Specified for his urgent calls or any high-profile detail related to under-world.
"Ali Ahmed-194 reporting from cc dept,"
"Say," he asked.
"The FBI is after you sir,"
"Confirm?"
"Yes sir. In order to locate the spy they already sent to you who had gone missing,"
"Male, female?
"No info known regarding that. They want to dug in the information of your other businesses that you do under the name of this company,"
"Fine. Who is the head of this mission?"
"It was the minister
