Chapter Seventeen

“Nikolai, it's after office hours. Wait until tomorrow. There's nothing we can't prove with just a phone call anyway.”

What Preston said made sense, and Nikolai knew that too. It's his fault for not thinking things straight and for not being rational. He had simply, for lack of a better word, had gone insane.

“What are you still doing there?” Preston asked Claudia, who was sitting quietly in the corner. “Why are you here anyway?”

Claudia rolled her eyes at Preston. They only met a couple of times, but every time they do, it's a clash of personalities that ends up with rolling of eyes or throwing insults.

“Because of this.” Nikolai arranged the documents and put them inside an envelope