Doom of the Unknown
"I am going to resume work tomorrow. You've done well, Ethan." Max cast one last glance at the document he held before putting it back on the table.
"What about the men that disrupted your birthday party? You haven't said anything about it since then." Ethan asked, arranging the document into the briefcase.
"I'm still wondering why they came back to do that. Nobody was hurt that day apart from the man that I gunned down. I have eyes on them already," Max replied as if he was a loyal servant, Lola watched him closely.
"You seemed to have an idea who they were that day which was why you didn't panic. You should look into it, even if they know you, it's not a guarantee that the president hasn't hired them to do his dirty job." She pointed out.
"Well, that's correct, I…"
"I'm getting a signal from the president's residence!" Rowling growled and they all rushed over to stand behind him.