The right decision.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE

ALEXANDER

The next day, Sally and I had breakfast together with Beverly. She seemed to have gotten over what happened. Surprisingly, the breakfast was peaceful. It wasn't always that way.

Beverly didn't try to get on Sally's toes as usual, and neither did the two compete against each other. In fact, we ate quietly, and I drove Sally to work afterwards. I bade her goodbye before going to work.

When I got to my office, I called Clinton and told him about the man who tried to force himself on Sally. I called in an artiste to quickly sketch him while I described him.

I handed the drawing over to Clinton. It was perfect since the artists did a very good job in the drawing.

"I want you to make inquiries about him and tell me everything you found out."

"Yes, sir," he responded and walked away with the picture.

I went back to work, completely forgetting about the fact that I had asked Clinton to get information about the man. I was still busy with work when I