Underestimated Retribution

Chapter 32: Furious Mr Number One

Bennett clutched the phone in his hand a little too tight, almost enough to squash it into bits and pieces if he had the ability to. Something has to take the blame for the insults which had just visited his day.

He let out a roar full of pure guttural rage, and in his anger and frustration, he hurled the glass of whiskey in his other hand at the wall, watching as the glass blasted into smithereens and sent a million little shards flying in every direction.

He considered throwing away the phone as well, to make it atone for its misgivings, when it began ringing again, like a hungry infant, oblivious to the troubles its demands brought with every cry. He stole a glance at the screen and nearly doubled over at the caller ID. Number One.

A wave of nervousness coursed through his veins like an electric shock. Why did the man call him at that time? He had obviously seen the scandal on the news, so there was no escape out of his judgment. Whatever he deemed fit to make out of the issue woul