Vincent

Three - Unforeseen

I thought everything was going well.

"Where's the sketch of Hiro's face?"

...but I was wrong.

I didn't expect he would ask that.

I was more than surprised. "Why are you asking that now?"

"Hiro?" Cari asked. "The Japanese who's involved in your case?"

I glared at Cari.

Why the fuck are your eyes glittering?!

"Yes." Sandy answered.

"I'll find it right away!" She stood up and left the office.

I nearly hissed the word "Bitch."

When she left, it was awkward. Silence filled my office. Sandy didn't look at me. In fact, he's avoiding eye contact. He was still awkward with what happened last night.

Sandy? Giving me a head?

I smirked quietly as I stared at him.

Give me a break.

Cari returned with a folder in her hand.

I glared at the folder.

Shit.

"I found it." She raised the folder. "I went to the old man's office and rummaged his things there." She sat down in front of Sandy and gave the folder to him. "Here."

Fuck.

I was fighting the urge to grab the folder, crumple the paper inside, and throw the goddamn thing outside.

I clenched my two hands. My nails was pressed so hard on my palm that I thought it would bleed.

Sandy slowly opened the folder, and saw the face he'd been looking for.

I need to divert his focus and confuse him more.

"How did you think that this... Hiro guy is involved with the boy?"

"The shop." He immediately answered, still staring at the sketch. "The same name." He looked at Cari. "Do you have a picture of the place?"

My left eye twitched when he asked that. Cari looked at me. I glared at her.

But the bitch's eyes looked at me with such a calm expression, which is annoying. I sighed and opened my drawer and took out an envelope.