C138 A Trace Of Reyona

Maxwell paced to and fro in his office as he listened to the person on the phone.

Displeasure increased on his face as the person continued talking.

He ran his hand through his hair as he swore beneath his breath.

“Are you sure, Steve?”

The person spoke for a moment while Maxwell nodded.

“Yes, yes of course. Keep me posted, will you?”

“Thanks”