“Where did you get that artifact from?” Max tilts his head, looking at the director.
“That is classified.” He says and turns to walk away from Max.
“No, it can’t be because it belongs to me!” He growls and grabs hold of the man’s arm, pulling him to a complete halt.
“I don’t know what you are talking about!”
“Stop lying! You know about my warehouse and that dagger was stored in my warehouse! I have the ledgers to prove that it belongs to me!”
The sudden shock in the man’s face tells him that he didn’t expect that.
“Where did you get it from?”
“A source. Someone who helps me when we need specialized items. As I said, it’s classified. But no harm done. You have it back, don’t you?”
Max lets go of his arm and turns around in anger, walking back to his workstation to check on all the s
