Chapter 5

“Good morning, sir” I greet Mr. Jason for the second time this morning. I greeted him earlier when he arrived on our floor and passed my desk. Once he arrived, he asked to see me. He has not said anything since I sat down in front of his desk, so I greeted him again to let him know I am here in case he forgot, even though that is not possible.

“I know you are here Eleanor, I am not blind,” He says while keeping his eyes on the papers in front of him. 

“Of course not, sir,” I say, hoping I didn’t offend him. 

“I want you to do comprehensive, detailed research on this man. I want to know everything about him, and when I say everything, I mean everything,” He says, handing me a file with the name Umberto Moretti written on it. 

This is the first time he has ever asked me to do something for him. The whole week I spent working for him, he never asked me to do anything. I am thrilled things have changed. 

“Sir, there could be about 1000 U