“How’s the progress of your case, Francis?” a rough deep voice ensued as the middle-aged man with grey hair stopped by at the office of a lawyer with a cup of coffee in his one hand. Francis, who was leaning on his chin with his hand, was prompted to sit straight when a familiar authoritative voice echoed in his ears.
“Director Kriepton…” murmured him through his teeth. He returned his eyes on the monitor next after acknowledging the director’s presence. Francis was currently browsing on the internet to search for more information about the case he was currently having. “Unfortunately, it’s a slow progress, Director. I only get information about them little by little. They were definitely extra discreet with their business, I can even barely find info about them on the internet, too.” Fra
