Frank wiped a bead of sweat off his face, cursing as he paced around his office. He took a handkerchief out of his suit pocket and used it to clean his face, only to have more beads of sweat trickle down. He was worried, no, he was scared shitless and he knew it was obvious.
His assistant, Ben knocked and entered wearing an identical expression on his face. "I'm sorry Boss, Chung made it clear he wants his money."
Somehow, Frank already knew what the outcome was going to be since Chung called a meeting about his missing money.
If truth be told, he knew a day like this would come since the day he accepted to work as an accountant for Chung and his associates who were clearly into shady deals.
Well, he had two options, fight or flight and common sense already dictated which option was the best under the circumstances. Chung was not to be crossed, he had gotten himself into a deadly situation.
