Call for help

“ You said five minutes. We spent more than ten minutes. "

“ Sorry, sir. I must have made the wrong calculations. "

“ Like you have always done. “ Aspen sighed heavily and stepped out of his limousine's comfort, clutching his briefcase in his hand. He strode towards the elevator that led straight to his office floor.

A few moments later, he was walking into his office and dropping the briefcase right on the table. Flipping out his phone from his pocket, he searched for a particular contact. It was Hagar.

He needed to call Hagar and figure out how far he had gone with the little assignment, which was not little, that he had given him to do.

“ Alright. Here we go. " He dialed the contact that stared at him. One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

“ Hello, Sir. Good morning."

“Good morning?” Aspen asked with his brows arched. " Is there any good thing about the damn morning?”

“ Sorry, sir. I had to dig up more before I would contact you. "

“ It has been a couple of days already since