George stood still with the phone against his ear.
For a second, he did not understand what he had heard.
No help.
If something happened to him, the police would not come.
His first thought was simple.
'How?'
He was already under another hand now. The unknown organization had forced him down, but after that it had not killed him. In George's mind, that meant he had been pulled into an alliance, even if it was not an equal one.
Then how could an attack still come so quickly?
"Sir," George said, forcing his voice to stay steady, "you have to protect me."
There was no answer.
George's eyes sharpened.
"Sir?"
The line had already been cut.
George slowly lowered the phone and stared at the screen.
For a while, he only stood there.
The office around him felt too quiet. Outside the door, his assistant was probably waiting for orders. But inside George's head, one question kept hitting the same place.
'What is happening to me?'
