Chapter Fifty Nine
A wrong gut feeling.
Third Person’s Point of View
Clayton felt shivers in his spine.
Hands hovering on the folder, his mind drifted to all the possible reasons why there is a sinking feeling from inside of him. The reports are highly bothering, but he had never reacted in such a manner before. A loose sigh escaped his lips, hands pulling his cravat before leaning to his chair. One could see the exhaustion from the man by simply that expression that haunts his face.
“Johnny,” He called, eyes following to the closed doors. There was a moment of silence before it opened, revealing his beta which gawked the same expression as him. “How is everything holding up?”
The man hesitated for the words. “No results are coming up, but we are getting all the help that we need.”
