The moment Reynold stepped out of Air Media's sleek glass doors, he didn't waste a second. His steps were quick, and his fingers moved even faster as he pulled out his phone and dialed Jeric Ian.
"Jeric," Reynold's tone was sharp and urgent. "Where are the men I asked for? I need them now. Bring them to the office. I'll be there in ten."
"Yes, sir. I'll bring them right over," Jeric replied without hesitation.
Reynold ended the call, slipped into his black SUV, and leaned back in the seat as the driver sped off toward his office. His mind was already racing ahead.
When he arrived at his office, Jeric was already waiting inside with five men standing in formation behind him. They looked exactly how Reynold had hoped — tough, serious, and alert.
