THIRTEEN DAYS LATER. . . . . . .
The cool breeze of the air conditioner silently freezing up the temperature of my office is doing nothing to calm the hot tension that my whole body is going through right now.
It's been thirteen days of having my brain and body being consumed with work and the pure struggle not to lose my mind over the impatience of trying to wait for Victor's response to my request.
He said he will call me when he is ready with his information on Christian, and though I feel like rushing him up for it, the sane part of me definitely knows that it will not be a good idea.
'He is a detective Kayden. You should let him do his job.'
I hear a knock on my door. When my head lifts from staring nonstop at my phone in my hand, I see Jonathan, the head of the marketing team, w
