Chapter One hundred-five

"Go on with your call, I don't even have an idea about what you are saying," Alistair walked towards him, and helped him pick up his phone. Alistair stretched the phone towards him, "Have it, it's yours."

Mr. Charlie collected his phone from Alistair, Alistair waved at him, and he walked out of his office.

"I think we have a bigger problem," he muttered.

"Bigger problem? What do you mean by that?" Mr. Starling asked as he walked out of his office to Leslie's table. "I need a cup of coffee," he whispered to her, and returned to his office.

"Guess who just walked out of my office?" He asked, with beads of sweats on his forehead.

"I can't tell, your son?" He replied as she sat down on his chair.

"No, it's Alistair," he replied, and his jaw dropped.

"What? Didn't you lock your office? Hope he didn't hear our conversation?" He asked running his hands through his hair.

"That's what I can't tell, I only turned when I heard someone clear his or her throat. There he was staring right at my fac