Maxwell's POV
The client meeting was wrapping up when my phone vibrated.
Jones. One of our senior associates.
I almost let it go to voicemail - I was in the middle of negotiating a crucial contract - but something made me answer.
"This better be important," I said, keeping my voice low.
"Mr. Wellington, I…" Jones sounded shaken. "I went to your office like you asked. To collect the blue folder. But…"
"But what?"
"Your office is destroyed. Papers everywhere. Broken glass. And there's…" He paused. "There's blood on the floor. Quite a lot of it."
My heart stopped. "What?"
"I don't know what happened, sir. But your assistant… I didn't see anyone in the office. She's not there."
The phone nearly slipped from my hand.
"I'm on my way." I was already standing, gathering my things. "Don't touch anything. Don't let anyone in that office."
I ended the call and turned to the clients. "We'll have to reschedule. Emergency."
"But Mr. Wellington, we're not finished…"
