Chapter 23 – Missed Conference
The second hand in the Burberry grey ion-plated watch winded its speed and the minute hand followed back at the same speed in Karen’s wrists.
His cool amber eyes were staring at those races of minute and second hands of his watch and opened his lips to utter, “Zohan, 10 minutes.”
Zohan, the loyal assistant and muscle-packed bodyguard of Karen Redclaws, nodded his barren head readily and walked out the room.
Karen was on her feet by his emerald green gold-framed chair which was specially designed for him and walked towards the window on the left.
With his hand gesture, the window screen opened to reveal the outside world and technological developments. He fixed his gaze on the window and the fresh air passed through his hair, turning from soft to messy
