"No, it can't be..." X muttered to herself, her mind reeling. Although she had never met the Boss in person, the pictures painted a clear image. And the other subordinates, without fail, spoke of a man in his mid-thirties leading them.
"How can such a young guy be him?" she questioned the empty room. The whispers of his past, or perhaps present, as a notorious playboy only added to her disbelief.
"Ah!" A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she walked over to the solitary table and picked up her phone.
"Christopher can't be the Boss," she reasoned, her fingers hovering over the screen. "He might just be one of the Boss's subordinates..." The only way to be certain was to ask the Boss himself. Her gaze fell upon the number that had called her just moments ago, a wave of hesitation washing over her. "What if he thinks I'm snooping?" she paused, her eyes then drawn to the ominous red skull icon on one of her screens.
