A knock came at the door.
"Come in," a rough voice spoke.
Whoever had knocked, stepped inside.
At the desk, a middle-aged man sat, stamping and keeping away the stacks of documents by his side on the desk. "What is it?" he questioned.
"I've contacted every influential publishing company, sir."
"And?" The man lifted his green eyes towards the male beta employee standing in his office with filed documents in his hand. "What happened?"
The beta looked reluctant to speak.
"Zarek."
He flinched at the sound of his name. "There is one company we couldn't get a hold of."
"Which company?"
"TUD. The ultimate discuss. They aren't taking any of our calls," he answered.
This made the middle-aged man frown. "And why is that? They have always been under our palms."
