22

It was Wednesday evening and Oz looked pale and sick. He lay on the couch with one of his hands on his forehead while the other was resting on his chest with a cast rolled around it. His eyes were lightly shut as if trying to take a brief nap. It was the third day already and they were not able to find any investors leaving him with no choice but to sell off the stocks of the company. While he was still contemplating the decision CAser gave him his pain-relieving medicines that the doctors had prescribed him and that made him sleepy. TO Caser's relief he finally saw Oz fall asleep and exited the room so he could have a brief shut-eye.

While Caser sat in his office outside Oz's, the telephone on the table rang, he picked up the receiver quickly and asked.

"Caser Rogue speaking."

"HI, Caser. This is Natalia." She spoke in a guilty voice.