He grabbed King's shattered phone from his drawer and left the office for the repair shop.
Moments later, he was standing inside a quiet repair shop, sliding the damaged device across the counter.
"Can you fix this?"
At the repair shop, Win handed over the shattered phone to the technician. The man examined it carefully, then looked up and said, "It's badly damaged, but I can try to recover the data. It might take a few hours."
Win didn't even look at him for long. "Fine," he replied curtly. "Do whatever it takes to make it work again. I want every message, every call, every detail restored."
"Yes, sir. It will take some time…"
"I'm not waiting," Win cut in sharply, his tone low but commanding. "I'll come back for it later… maybe when I'm leaving the office. Make sure it's ready by then."
The technician nodded quickly, "Yes, sir. It'll be done."
Without another word, Win turned and left, his shoes clicking against the tiled floor, every step measured, cold, and controlled.
