Regan.
I called Lucinda minutes ago and she asked me to meet her at work. I find a parking spot and pitch my tent. Stepping out of the car, I see my elder brother's call.
"Hey, Frankie."
"Regan, what the f**k is wrong with you? Why did you allow CFA raid the accounts and IT departments? Lucas is furious. He's been raining shells on me, man." Frankie barks over the phone.
I push the phone from my ear, allowing his steam go.
"Are you finished?" I say, sarcastically.
"Seriously, man? Even dad is asking me to call our lawyers and ensure something is done about this. We got reports that you currently paused work at HST until everything is set to normal…"
"Your moles didn't give you the full story, p***k face. CFA came with a court order and if we didn't follow, we would have been behind bars by now."
"Dad told us that, but you should have still stayed them…"
