As soon as Wolfram left, the phone on Andrei’s desk rang.
He picked up, and a polite voice came from the other end: "Director Sellers, this is Thorne Pittman."
"Mr. Pittman, what’s the reason for your late-night call?" Andrei knew Thorne and his immense influence.
"I won’t beat around the bush. Tonight, your subordinates arrested a friend of mine. I hope you can release him soon. There’s been a misunderstanding." Thorne’s tone was one of negotiation.
Andrei, of course, understood, and with a heavy tone, said: “Mr. Pittman, my men don’t arrest people randomly. If your friend is indeed innocent, I will handle the matter fairly. You have my word."
"I trust you, but there’s definitely a misunderstanding here, and I hope you can handle it fairly."
The meaning in Thorne’s words was clear e
