CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Who The Hell Are You?

TWO YEARS LATER

ROMAN

“Speak.” The cold aloof voice says to the person on the other end of the line.

“B..os…s, something st…ran..ge happe..ned.” The person responds, stammering out of fear.

Roman picks up his cell phone and disconnects it from the speakers in the meeting room.

The senior staff in the meeting room look between themselves, finding this action of their boss very strange.

This was the same boss who would rather they stay in a meeting for six straight hours than give them a break to work on their proposals.

He never takes calls during meetings and has sacked a staff whose phone rang during a meeting.

Roman calmly places the phone on his ear, waiting patiently for the person on the other end of the line to speak.

“Boss, sh…e's aw…a..ke.” The voice says after a moment of silence.

“How is that possible?” Roman says in a very calm voice, the only thing betraying his nervousness being his fastened breathing.

“I d…o..n't know, sir. I think she has healed completely.” Th