Chapter Fifty-one

Michael's POV:

By the time we were done with the fifth person, I had already gotten my answer. Someone had paid them to work here. Hell, someone had planned all of this and it was one person. I had no idea who but I was out to find that person.

"What's your name?" I asked the tenth man to come into the room. I was starting to get tired but I knew I had to finish this up today.

"Hendrick Adamson."

"You know what I want to ask you, right? I don't think there's any need for me to start the introductions. Who the fuck asked you to work here?"

He shook his head. "I... I applied to work here on my own. No one asked me to work here for you."

"And how the fuck am I supposed to believe that?!" I snapped, banging my hand on the desk. "How the fuck am I supposed to?!"

He blinked. "Sir, I know this might sound like I am lying but I have worked here for over a month and I am here on my internship. I am a student of UCLA."

"There's no need to waste time here," I s