Chapter Sixteen

Mr Walsh sat in his office, a grim expression across his face as he waits for Lee to bring Mr Howell. However the more the clock ticked the darker his eyes became.

Mr Walsh does not like waiting for people like Mr Howell but he is a patient man and will wait because he is not doing this for himself. He is doing this for the Young Master. He will wait as long as it will take.

He has to.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick...

Time passes slower and slower. Every second feeling like minutes and hours. A quiet growl leaves the old man's throat as he closes his eyes for a moment.

'If Lee is so incompetent and can't even find one man then I'll just do it my self'

Mr Walsh pushes himself back from his desk and stands up from his chair.

Just as he does; yelling outside slowly became louder as if it came closer. The door then opens and Lee is dragging Mr Howell by the arm into the room.

"Unhand me! You.. you.. you brute!"