"So that's everything from Red's report, boss," concludes Amelia Smith — Clarissa Felmon's very young personal assistant.
"I see…" Frank Pyton murmurs over the phone while walking alone through an underground tunnel carved into the rock beneath Iceland's frozen mountains.
Raelor was right. That boy really is a tough bastard — I'm not surprised Red failed to eliminate him. And I'm even less surprised that Orange turned out to be a traitor. He is Zayn Thzraneel's younger brother, after all. Apparently betraying the people who trust them runs in the family. As much as I'd love to make them pay for it, if not even the strongest of my subordinates was capable of killing them, then there's no point wasting any more time or resources on this.
"Should I relay any orders from you, boss?"
"That won't be necessary, Amelia — there are more important matters at the moment. More importantly, how far along are you with the growth forecast for the investors' meeting the day after tomorrow?"
