chapter 41: Building hopes

Xander's point of view

"Get the hell out of my office" I screamed obviously very pissed off at the man currently in front of me at the moment.

My mind flashed to when I had seen his call earlier in the morning, I remember how happiness had surged through me just at the thinking of the fact that I had finally been able to trace or locate where Anessa had been hiding exactly.

*Flashback

I groaned when I heard my phone suddenly buzz from the top of my coffee table, hissing as regards the fact that I could not help but get ticked off at the fact that I was awoke with another hang over, I moved my hand sleeping across the table to try to get phone from the table.

" Hello?" I inquired as I checked the wall to see the time on the wall to see that It was 5am in the morning, wondering who exactly it was that had the guts to call me as early as that time, I answered the call.

" Good morning, may I be into Mr Weston?" I heard the person inquire from the other side of the phone which made me squi