“Where the hell have you been whole week?” Oden barked first thing in the morning on his office intercom as soon as Devon picked up his phone on the following Monday, after two days of silence. Oden was really starting to get pissed off with the way everyone was shunning him with avoidance.
Worried about the blackmailing tactic his friend had initiated against the industrialist Richard Wayne, Oden had only been trying to contact his client to warn him of any impending consequences.
“Why exactly were you looking me for?” the raucous voice sounded over the phone, oddly prudent in contrast to the habitual arrogant one.
“What do you mean why?” Oden exclaimed exasperatedly, his patience no longer sustaining under the innumerable pressure. “I am stuck with finding legal ways to fight your c
