Chapter 61


    “The guy who called and was all sarcastic was Mario.” Ben started to say something, then stopped


    short.


    “Can you stop beating around the bush? If there’s anything else, just spit it out.” Attlee was losing


    patience, tugging at his tie, looking all sorts of annoyed. “Well, Allbara Investment doesn’t want to work


    with us anymore. They seemed relieved, even pleased. I could hear themughing at the end of the


    call!”


    Attlee tried to make sense of this. “No, I have to call Mario myself and find out what’s going on.”


    Ben quickly fetched the office phone.


    Attlee first called Mario, who usually picked up faster than anyone else. But now, there was only the


    cold automated message: Sorry, the number you dialed is switched off!


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    Attlee refused to believe Mario was ignoring his calls. He tried several times, growing more agitated.


    He’d been ghosted!


    He undid the top button of his shirt and dialed Mario’s boss, Dn, the head of Allbara Investment’s


    Solterra division. To his surprise, Dn had ghosted him, too.


    Listening to the emotionless automated voice, Attlee’s frustration peaked. Holding back his anger, he


    tried the other twopanies.


    They didn’t pick up his calls, either.


    After an hour of futile attempts, no one was responding.


    Ben stood off to the side, shivering, when suddenly he received a message.


    “Mr. Murphy.”


    “Can’t you see I’m pissed off? Shut up! Let me cool down! Attlee was very angry and extremely


    annoyed.


    Ben couldn’t speak, so he took a notebook from the desk and wrote: The board is looking for you,


    Attlee nced at the notebook Ben handed him, and his anger red. “The board is looking for me;


    can’t you just say it? Why do you have to write it down?”


    “Mr. Murphy, you’re the one who told me to shut up.”


    These people, when it’s time to share the profits, are happier than anyone. But the moment something


    goes wrong, they’re the first to point fingers!” Attlee, frustrated, got up and grabbed his coat. “Never


    mind them, get my car ready! I’m going to Allbara Investment Group.”


    “Mr. Murphy.?”


    “I’m going to have a word with Dn!”


    Meanwhile.


    Following the location her mother sent her, Arabe arrived at apany.


    The facade was made of ss, and the building was about neen stories tall and roughly five


    storefronts wide.


    Arge stone at the entrance read, Collins Fashion.


    Weren’t they supposed to be a very smallpany?


    As Arabe walked in, she saw a receptionist dozing off. She gently said, “Hello.”


    “Hello??” The receptionist, seeing a high–school–looking girl, rubbed her sleepy eyes. “Youngdy, I


    think you’re in the wrong ce. This is Collins Fashion.” “My name is Arabe. I’m here to work.”


    The receptionist, hearing this, was instantly wide awake. “Ms. Bet? Right this way!”


    Keh had already told them yesterday that someone would be taking over thepany. Since they


    hadn’t disclosed Arabe’s identity yet, they simply told the staff that Arabe was sent by the group’s


    headquarters.


    The receptionist led Arabe to the elevator and pressed the button for the highest floor, the 20th. “I’ll


    take you to the office first.”