I'm in the middle of a very important meeting with some foreign investors when I received a call from Black, whom I've granted access to my personal number and at the same time had been given instructions to report to me at all costs with regards to Angelou. I answered his call after the second ring, not minding the interruption his call had caused, as my mind ran miles ahead with trepidation. Black knows how busy I am when at work and doesn't want to be disturbed the least, so I am perfectly sure that something had happened at home.
"Tell it straight to me, Black" I commanded the minute my thumb pressed the answer button.
"Miss Lucy had trespassed the premises this morning, Sir. She…"
Hastily, I cut his words just right after the first line. "This morning? It's almost nightfall, Black, and you've just told it to me now?" I could feel the throbbing of my muscles as I held my phone in firm grip, controlling the building anger that's starting to subjugate me.
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