CHAPTER 63

Alex

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“Mr. Watson, I am quite busy. My desk is cluttered with a lot of paperwork I have to attend to.” I glanced around my empty desk. “If it’s that important, I would appreciate it if you came to my office.” Ending the call, I returned the telephone to the landline base.

I opened the drawer of my desk, took out some papers, and carpeted my desk. I still couldn’t understand the sick pleasure Mr. Watson derived from bringing me to his office, but I was done feeding it. Probably about control; it’s like having your enemy in your terrain.

My eyes were fixed on the door as I anticipated his arrival. Though meeting him didn’t give me exactly what I wanted, it did provide answers—answers that only stirred up more questions. But answers are answers, right?

A knock on the door made me jerk in my seat. “Come in.” I picked up my pen and darted my gaze to the paper before me, as though I were going through them.

Mr. Watson's presence filled the room, his ever-cunning smile plastered on his