𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Isabella moved to Italy with her best friend Aaliyah which was the best decision she has made for the longest time. She became a doctor and also won the Olympics in Figure Skating as a member o...
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"WHERE IS HE?" I just arrived at the Warehouse after Tristen called me, telling me that they have this Michael Norris guy that hacked into Isabella's emails to send her the pictures of Aaliyah.
Tristan pointed at a door that lead down to the basement where all the cells are. "He is rambling about all kinds of stuff and trying to prove to us that he didn't do anything. I thought it's better to call you before we start the investigation," he explained as I opened the door of the basement. We walked down the stairs with not much light coming from the lights that were hanging down the ceiling.
"We need to get this fixed," I informed Tristen which he nodded in response.
Once we got to the end of the stairs, I saw a few of my men standing there waiting for me I guess. "Boss," they all said in sync with a nod.
I jerked my chin to the door handle, gesturing them to open it. One of them did and I entered the room first.
I scrunched my nose when I smelled this nasty scent that was coming from here. I heard a whimper coming from the corner of the room which made me jerk my head towards that noise. "Please, I didn't do anything," I heard a male voice say but I couldn't see him due to the bad lighting here in this room. Stepping closer to him, I finally saw what he looked like.
He was my age. Has a small frame. Dark hair and a very chubby face. "W-Who are you?" he asked.
I sighed. "I'm the person you will give all the information about Sila Koroljow to," he furrowed his brows in confusion.
"I don't know this man," he whimpered which made me roll my eyes back.
I turned my head to my man and told them to get him off the floor and sit him down on a chair so that I can talk to him. They did what I said and brought a chair in for him to sit on.
"Let's start over," I said as I sat down on my chair
"Your name is Michael Norris, am I correct?" he nodded. "You were born and raised in Orlando, Florida but moved to Houston, Texas when you were 17 years old. You have a little sister named, Amanda. Your parents are divorced due to unloyalty from your father. You went to Harvard, majoring in computer engineering. You successfully graduated and started a gaming channel on YouTube with over 2.77 million followers under the name TheSonOfChuckNorris, am I correct?" he gulped with widened eyes.
"He told me to keep my mouth shut," he said in fear. "Who told you that?" I narrowed my eyes at him as he tried to scoop away from me with his chair.
