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"What do you mean he has ventured out alone?! Are you guys fucking stupid, I told you to take care of him!" Elma said over the phone.

She was sitting at the desk of her office and there was an angry expression on her face.

Her fist was clenched and she was gritting her teeth.

"Madam, but he said that he wanted to go alone." Faneel's voice came from the other side of the call.

"Shut up! I didn't pay you for making excuses. Go and search for him right now! If anything happens to him then you two will be on the top of the hit list of your organization." Elma said in an angered voice as she banged on the table.

"Ok, madam..." Faneel gulped his saliva.

"Fuck off, apologise to me when you find him!" Elma hung up the call and threw the phone on her table.

"These guys! Can't even do their job properly!" She yelled and grabbed her head with both of her hands.

*knock* *knock*