The Elevation Of August Steve

Where Is Your Boss

The sound of gunshot, echoed through the warehouse tremendously and a body dropped to the ground. How could a pistol sound like that? No, it wasn’t a pistol, it was an AK-47 assault rifle.

August was the one in front of the barrel, if someone was shot then it should be him. But to his greatest surprise, the man pointing the gun at him was the one that dropped to the ground. What actually happened?

August raised his head to see men dressed in black suits and armed with various guns swiftly emerged through the door. Now he knew why he was still alive and where the gunshot was coming from.

“Freeze,” one of the men who seemed to be their leader yelled as they hurriedly approached where he was tied to the chair. When they were close enough, August chuckled slightly, he recognized them as the Gibson’s security.

The other man quickly dropped to his knees, trembling in fear with his hands raised to the air beside his colleague who was lying lifeless on the floor.

“Young master, are you okay,”