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MR. QYLER'S POV.

I was unable to stop the nervous feeling as I sat at my desk, drumming my fingers impatiently on the oak surface. It had been 24 hours- 24 long, frustrating hours since I had ordered my Informant to get me everything he could find on Xander. I had no idea what the fuck was holding him because he had not sent me anything yet, nothing. And my patience was wearing thin. I had no idea how long I was going to wait before the anger would explode.

I had no idea why it was taking this long and I already had reasons to doubt him even though he told me to wait a bit because he wanted to do his job perfectly. This was just unacceptable. I glanced at my phone, fighting the temptation to pick it up and fire him at the spot. He was a very good Informant and for the past decade he had never failed me so I did not think there was a reason to fire him now because he was surely going to deliver as usual.

I decided to wait a little more before finally picking up my phone and dialling