Dex sat at the large mahogany desk in his private office with his elbows braced on the surface and head buried in his hands. His mind was a storm.
He felt conflicted on how he should handle the current situation, especially with Elian in the picture. It was quite funny, how he was considering someone else, he usually handled matters swiftly, not even thinking twice.
Elena’s smooth, professional voice filled the quiet room as she stood across from him, tablet in hand.
“The shipment retrieval was successful. It is now secure in our secondary warehouse on the docks, and there are only minimal losses, the rest of the men responsible for the initial breach have been dealt with quietly.”
When Dex didn’t move, she continued.
She continued, “Should I arrange for the twenty percent to be prepa
