Danger zone
I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer.
He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson."
I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time.
"Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem."
I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?"
"The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found."
"What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"