In the Owain Group company.
Maxson leaned back in his office chair, his head resting on the cushioned headrest as he rubbed his tired eyes and yawned unrestrained. Ben knocked on the door once before entering the darkened room.
“Boss, Mr. Hedy just made a call to his son,” Ben reported. They had just finished a meeting with Mr. Hedy and Ben was instructed to keep an eye on him.
“Do you think he told the truth just now?” Maxson asked, his tone tinged with weariness. Ben looked up from the tablet he was holding and closed its cover before holding it with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were trained on Maxson whose eyes were closed, reading his body language as he was a dependable right-hand man.
“You don’t trust him so I don’t either,” he answered simply. Maxson smiled to him
