Liam's POV
I was seated behind his desk when my phone bringed. Already, I was having a hectic day and I didn't want to take any calls. But when I checked the caller ID, I immediately reached out for my phone.
My Source was calling.
"Have you found anything?" I simply asked into the phone, and the tone of my voice definitely concealed the desperation and anticipation I felt.
The voice answered calmly but with a tinge of excitement. "Sir, Clara is in prison. And Aman is nowhere to be found. My bet is he's on the run. Man's getting the heat."
A ball of anger welled up in my chest. "That f*****g traitor counselor!" I barked, slamming my hand on the table, sending papers flying.
"All right I finally said thanks man. Just keep an eye on both of them. I shall easily find that fat counselo
