Alexander climbed down the few stairs that led out of the hospital, his demeanour more gloomy than when he entered.
Ignoring the greetings from his personal assistant, he dove into the car whose door was held open by the PA. The engine started immediately, and the car zoomed off.
“Sir, a message came in for you," the dark-skinned man announced and waited for a response, hoping Alexander was listening.
Alexander, whose eyes were now glued to his phone screen with his brows creased, repeatedly tapped on his phone, indicating that he wasn't interested in whatever the man was saying.
“Who’s the message from?” He finally asked as the car came to a halt at a traffic light.
“It's from Micheal Katz, the detective," the man replied. His voice was deep, filled with strength and agility.
Alex
