Helipad.
"Missy, remember to come back early."
Drake White watched Emma White leave with a reluctance that rendered his subordinates speechless. Emma was just leaving for a few days, but the boss looked like he might never see her again.
With a twitch of her brow, Claire Green's eyes showed a hint of amusement as she spoke nonchalantly, "Hmm, the fish is already on the hook, make sure you reel it in tightly."
Understanding her implication, Drake White gave her a reassuring look, "By the time you get back, this fish should be ready to cook."
He had heard her explain the specific effects of that needle, and with his understanding of Lowe, that guy wouldn't withstand it for many days.
As the plane took off, Drake White sighed and leisurely made his way back to the car with his hands behind his back.
...
The next afternoon.
Thomas Skin raised an eyebrow at the uninvited guest in his office, stood up, and poured a cup of coffee, handing it over.
"What brings you here?"
