52. To Germany

"What information are you people looking for?" I asked. I should know something what to do. What was my work. What kind of information they are talking about.

"Everything about him. From his birth to present life." He said.

"What?" Why would he tell such details to a secretary?" I said.

"He would. You have to search for it." He said then picked up a piece of cookie

Where have I got stuck. What type of job is this. Isn't it better if we just kidnap him and beat out the information from him. Playing a pretty good secretary for such information is just so dumb.

"That's it. We are done." He said. "You are leaving tomorrow." He then added after eating the cookie.

"Aren't you missing something?" I said.

"I don't think so." He said, as if he didn't know what I was talking about.

"Those people. Who are they." I slammed my hand on the table. I hate when people pretend even after knowing what's going on.