In the quiet of the modified luxurious car as it sped toward the Allen Group Headquarters, Davis Allen sat in the back seat, his expression grim, the faint hum of the engine a backdrop to his thoughts.
The tinted windows revealed only streaks of morning sunlight filtering through tall city buildings. Davis took his time to monitor the trending news online. His jaw was set, his fists clenched, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
He couldn't understand the motive behind Desmond releasing such false news of Elders Allen being hospitalized to the public. What exactly was he trying to achieve?
He had spoken with Elder Allen as soon as he got into the car that morning, and everything had seemed fine.
Trusting the place, he lodged him after the discharge, he is quite sure Desmond had no idea of the Old man's situation.
"Anyway, we play it by the ear." He concluded.
"Do you have the report from the Noveria branch?" Davis asked.
"Yes, sir," Ethan responded from the front seat.
