The DNA result is out

TWO DAYS LATER

Alex Wright paced around his office, worry written all over his face.

"Why haven't they called me yet?" He wondered aloud.

He tried calling the men he had sent to go after Rosaline, but none of them was answering. He lowered himself to his seat, with a worried expression. He had been trying to reach them for over two days, but it seemed like his men had disappeared into thin air, as they didn't answer his calls, which was odd to him.

"You sent for me," Martha, who had just entered the office, announced her presence.

Alex Wright stared at her for some time.

"Strip," he ordered.

Martha giggled like a kid and began to shed her clothes. Alex watched her do this. Whenever he was worried or in a bad mood, the only thing that seemed to take his mind off his worries was sex, and that was the reason he had sent for Martha.

"Get on the table," he ordered, on seeing that there was no piece of clothing left on Martha.

Without being told twice, Martha excitedly climbed onto the ta