Chapter 71

Charles walked into the office and found Michel slumped over his desk, his head at an odd angle while one of his arms was swung out over some documents.

Instinct made him reach into his jacket, ready to grab his gun but as he slowly approached, he soon noticed that Michel wasn’t shot by the intruder, Michel was just sleeping.

Relaxing a bit, he cleared his throat, causing Michel to jump in surprise, looking around to see where the sound was coming from.

When he saw it was just Charles, he let out an annoyed sigh and ran a weary hand through his messy hair.

“My God, Charles. Why don’t you speak up or knock?” Michel grumbled.

Charles crossed his arms. “I knock on the door. But you’re sleeping.” He speaks realistically.

Looking at him with displeasure, Michel reached for his cigarette and lit one himself without acknowledging Charles’ answer.

Michel knew he had fallen asleep.

After all, he had a bad night, having spent it sitting in an un