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at on. In seconds, Bill's line was ringing with the phone

Down the stairs and out the door, the fished our his phone after successfully throwing his coat on. pressed close to his ear.

"Mr. Bryce, is something the matter?" Bill answered, asking the question almost as if he could sense the distress has employer was feeling

Inced-"

"Ball,

"You need me to do something?"

3? The assistant interrupted, surprising Gabriel who had entered his car by this time, "What is it, Sir?

"The surveillance footage from The Venue of Ms. Stellar's birthday party-"

"I already checked it out, Sir. After you informed me of the incident of being drugged, I checked out the surveillance footage personally." Bill interrupted yet again, surprising Gabriel. Talk about competence from an assistant.

Call him impressed.

"However Sir," Gabriel internally winced at the word "however. It was never something good. "It seems like the footage was tampered with and then deleted."

"What?" Gabriel's face was once again painted in confusion.

"Yes Sir. I've tried restoring the footage, but it seems like it'd tale quite some time." Bill informed, his voice holding some form of let down.

Gabriel sighed at this, trying to sort of at least calm his jumbled up mind. Today truly had been an assault of events.

"Get on it Bill. I want results, as soon as possible." He demanded.

responded just as Gabriel ended the

phone to the passenger seat, the male sighed out once again and placed his head on the steering wheel. The whole situation was too

clear to him that Angelina was

he missing? He quizzed internally, howare of the pair of eyes that was wat

watching as his car drove off the premise of her

string of curses with that, swiping her hand across the table

of ornaments fell to the floor, shattering, but Angelina didn't care, now when Gabriel's reaction had been the opposite of what she

annoyed her. Didn't he love her? Wasn't this what he wanted? Why was his reaction suddenly so different than what

her rampant questions came in the sound of a text message buzzing into

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she had hired the first time

Gay,

the message, she read carefully through

slept. As per news from my sources, Mr. Bryce and

she!" She screamed, kicking the dresser near her window. Yet another set of ornaments fell to the floor, facing the fate of it's comrades before them. But their owner didn't care. She was too busy cursing at a certain white-ette to care. "I'll ruin her. I swear to God I'll fucking ruin her! Her and that fucking

her phone on, she scrolled through her call list and clicked on the number at the bottom. It rang for a few seconds and the minute it was answered, she hissed venomously. "You fucking incompetence pig! One Job, One fucking job and what was that? Run the fucking boy over, but

please listen to me-" The voice from the other side spoke, but before it could say anymore than the six words, Angelina harshly cut

there and you are going to finish the fucking job! Or else before God and Man I swear I'll fucking abort this child of yours, Stuart." Too

had gathered over the past few hours on the table, Bill

on to the missing medical records, Angelina's medical records to be precises. Just around the time Gabriel had called Bill with the situation of the security footage, the assistant had been wrapping up his work at the central hospital, trying to get Angelina's records like his boss had requested. However, just like with the CCTV footage, he ended up with nothing other than a blank

a normal assistant, but he had skills tar surpassing normal. And with those sills, he was able to prove that each

like Gabriel needed a soothsayer to know that Everything, as vague as they seemed in the beginning was now becoming rather clear to him.

placed down the current file he was reading through and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know if I'm more upset that someone has managed to hack the hospital or that Angelina isn't as innocent as I thought. He said, glancing

say more wards that would upset his employer. "What should

for a while, staring at the files on his table.

meant to be Norway's biggest shot, yet the two women in his life