“Boss,”

“What?”

“We got him,”

“Ah, good, send him here,” Nathaniel smirked, leaning back on his seat before resting his one leg over the other, hand spread across the headrest to assert his dominance.

De Villiers arched an eyebrow, leaning against the table, “What caught your eye now?”

“That investigating officer, he is working too hard and too much for someone of his post,”

“Is that why you asked me to keep low?”

“Hmm , you know I cannot bear involvement when it comes to my personal prisoners,” He shrugged his shoulders, making him groan in disbelief.

“God, you are still after Zoran? Fuck him, live your life,”

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