“No, you cannot take a f*****g message.” The angry rasp in the man’s voice says he’d very much like to reach through the phone and throttle me with his bare hands. “This is urgent. Get him out of whatever f*****g meeting he’s in and put him on the line.”
“Listen to me.” His voice drops lower. “If you don’t get Lazarev on this phone in the next sixty seconds, people are going to die. Do you understand? People are going to die.”
I set down the receiver without hanging up and walk-run to Lukas’s door. My hand shakes as I knock.
I knock again, harder this time. “Mr. Lazarev?” I call through the wood. “There’s an urgent call for you. Someone named Afon...? He says it’s about the ‘Rumba-Eve’ situation…?”
I go back to the phone. “I’m sorry, he’s not in his office. I don’t know where—”
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