When you are the Boss

Sitting in the dark, Noel continued to type away at the laptop in front of him. The screen is split into three sections, one is in a direct conversation with an unknown person and the other two are tabs of a long list of people and records.

A lollipop stuck out of Noel’s mouth as he tried to focus on the screen in front of him, instead, the flashes of the girls’ bodies just kept appearing in his mind.

Sighing, he pushed the laptop onto the bed and ran his hands through his hair, frowning.

Why do they always have to involve innocent children into things like this? He thought, messing his own hair up in frustration. This also seems more like a personal vendetta than someone actually wanting to send a message. They would have done this to someone else otherwise.

First, I need to get a hold of that video. We may not be able to get the face of the perpetrator on the scree