P.S.S (Personal Spy Secretary) Season 1

Chapter 28

"May you please tell me why I am here?" A person who is called Zain Ricks asked.

I made a face and looked at Jason. Jason made a just-deal-with-this expression.

"Look, you have been suspected of the robbery at Ruin X." I said, trying my best to sound nice and not irritated.

"What is even that place?" I could swear that this Zain or whatever was going to cry at that moment.

"Jason!" I finally lost it. "Great. The Mother Teresa of patience finally loses it. Record." Jason said.

"Hello. Do you think that this is something that a crybaby would do? And he doesn't even have direct connection to our company's secrecy." I said.

"Wait. Can I go then?" He asked, like a Kid who has been promised a lollipop after crying a lot.

"Yeah. Do whatever you want. The exit is right there." I said and he ran.

I looked at Jason and gave him a seriously look. "Come on, you cannot give me that look. I am going to be the future C.E.O. I've got to see everyone under the same eye." He said.

I returned that with a, whatever meaning scoff.

"Next." I called out to Dave.

Dave got in. "Seriously Jason! Now you are even suspecting your subordinate?" I asked.

"What, no!" He said.

"I came in to inform that the next person is Sir Zumeire." Dave said.

"Ah!" I said.

"Seriously, Dia. Is patience and intelligence a package for you? If you lose one the other goes automatically?" Jason asked and I resisted the urge to punch him.

"And that is psychology." I said and Jason rolled his eyes.

"I think that we shouldn't keep this one waiting." Dave said. "True." I and Jason said together and gave each other a series of glares.

"Ahem." Dave then asked for attention. "Ah, sorry." I said walked towards the door followed by Jason.

As soon as we opened the door, "This is absurd. Totally absurd." We heard a barking noise.

"Just because you have some suspicions, you can't act like this." Sir Zumeire said.

"You have the right to keep silence." Jason said, knowing very well that I would bark at Sir Zumeire in the same that he barked at me.

"What can you both actually do to me? I mean, all the circumstantial evidences are not against me." Sir Zumeire said.

"It is." I found the most polite way and said.

"It is not." Sir Zumeire was adamant.

"It is." I raised my voice.

"HOW CAN IT BE? Everything is supposed to be against that Destin." He screamed.

"And that was the last. You got that, Jason?" I asked. "Crystal clear." Jason said, showing the recorder.

"W-wait!!! WHAT???!!!" And from then, Sir Zumeire's car, started going downhill.

"Let me give you one advice, which you will have the chance to use, unless you are bickering with your jail-mates, anger is your worst enemy." I said.

"And for your assurance, all the evidences are against you. Let me explain.

"All the proofs were against Sir Peterwood. And till yesterday, everything went smoothly according to your plan. But it went downhill yesterday.