JAMES WANE THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

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In about a minute or two, Treat got to Mr. Price’s office and saw him pacing around and muttering to himself. He swung around when Treat knocked and let himself in.

“Treat. You are back. Paula safe yeah?” he asked, trying to compose himself.

“Yes, I made sure.” Treat answered looking at Mr. Price sideways and starting to worry.

“Okay then, you can take an early one today, go home, get some rest. We all need it after all.”

“But Mr. Price?” Treat called.

“Yes, is there anything the matter?” Mr. Price asked.

“Not really but I’m starting to think there really is.” Treat said.

“Go on Treat, stop speaking in riddles.” Mr. Price said.

“Well when I returned from seeing Paula off, I asked the others where you were and they told me that you had returned to the office but they also told me something disturbing. They said that you had gotten a text of some sort and that your mood changed after and you looked so pale they couldn’t help but notice but you had told them that you were okay.” Treat ex