Fuelled by rage, Jet smashed his phone. He thought by sending Aloysius over, everything was a done deal. Yet, Murray remained firm in his stance. Aloysius stood outside the ward, hesitant as to whether he should enter. “Why is nothing going my way?” Jet banged his fists on the bed frustratedly. He knew he needed rest, but trouble just kept him awake. “Are you back yet, Aloysius?” Jet shouted. He just yelled for an enquiring nurse to get out. “I’m back, Mr. Frost.” There was no way to hide. Aloysius stepped into the ward. “Mr. Frost, I just learned that Mr. Gwake is pulling out because he has been tipped off.” Fearing his employer’s criticism, Aloysius blurted an update. “What’s going on? Who’s out to get me by making this public?” Jet had a splitting headache. He had no leads when investigating the matter. He thought he had it under control, but the perpetrator came on fast and strong, leaving Jet no room to breathe. He could deal with the minor disturbances bef
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