“Good evening, Sir. This came for you,” the butler announced the moment he saw Lamar approaching.
Lamar frowned at the nicely wrapped small package. His return from Asherway was not planned and he could not think of anyone who would send him that.
“What is it?” he asked, unwrapping the packet.
“I don’t know, Sir. A cab driver dropped it for you a day ago. He said you saved his life and he hopes to return the favour,” the butler responded. He had tried to get more details but the odd reserved man was not very upcoming with information.
Lamar frowned at the small disc inside the packet and wondered if it had not been delivered to him by mistake. He also could not remember saving any cab driver.
He inserted the disc into his laptop the moment he settled into his penthouse, curious to
