Twenty three

Zeke's POV

As I stepped into the office, my mind was still consumed with thoughts about Kamille.

Why the fuck could she just not understand my intentions?

I sat in the leather bound swivel chair which was supposed to give me comfort, but I felt no comfort.

“Excuse me Sir.” Mr Rogers called out. I gave him a cold glance. His eyes fluttered at my cold eyes but over the years he had toughened up and was able to withstand my temper and not cower like others.

Only a few could.

“We have just received new Intel on the lawyer's case.” He began and my ears perked up with interest but I showed no emotions, so he continued.

“The investigation into the cause of the accident has yielded new evidence that proves that the car was tampered with and that caused the accident. So the accident was actually orchestrated by someone.” Mr. Rogers said.

“By who?” I asked coldly.

“We do not have any evidences or leads as to who could have done such a thing. But whoever it was, must have had a lot to benefi