Chapter sixty two

The previous night was the worst night of Jeremy Harrison's life. He could feel a nagging in his head, a voice that could not be silenced until eventually, his 5 o'clock alarm rang and he rolled out of bed, feeling as tired as he was when he first got in.

Jeremy had not slept more than an hour and thirty minutes throughout the entire night, he was restless, having been unable to reach Sinclair for the entire day, he reluctantly went home, still pondering on the F sign.

When he got out, he returned the first phone call he missed, it was from Bob, his assistant. "Sir, someone is here at the office to see you." The man said.

Jeremy looked at his watch, it was a few minutes past 8 a.m, all he had managed to do was take a quick warm shower and nibble on a few slices of toast before dressing up for the day.

"Who was it? What do they want?" Jeremy asked impatiently.

"It's Mr Domino Sinclair, sir, he arrived a few minutes ago and he is still in the waiting area," Bob replied.

Jeremy cur