Blake put the phone down with a grin on his face after talking with Stacy's brother on Tuesday. He looked up at the wall clock on the wall in front of him and stifled a yawn. It was one hour after the closing hour and he was unusually tired. It was understandable though, he'd been having back-to-back meetings for two days.
“I think I need to head home and take some rest this evening,” he leaned back in his leather chair and swirled around for a few seconds before sitting upright again.
“Oh dear,” he stifled another yawn and was in the process of logging out of the company's database when there was a knock on the door and Vanessa walked in.
"Derek Lawson is on the line,” the older woman said, a hint of curiosity in her voice. “He insisted he had to speak with you now. Do you have any de
