"Are you telling me there isn't even anything suspicious happening in the VIP committee?" Drake asked Sara for the umpteenth time.
Sara was now irritated. How many times does she have to repeat herself to make herself clear? It had been three days, and Drake would ask her for a report every day without fail. Can't he wait for her? If she finds something, she will tell.
Each time, he would pester her to find something. It wasn't like she was attending all the meetings or planning the executions. Javier and a couple of people he preferred did all that. The rest, like her, only followed orders. So, how was she going to meet Drake's impossible expectations? Was she an MI agent?
She chuckled a little as she imagined herself in an imaginary Mission Impossible movie, playing opposite her fa
