Putting the cup down on the working desk, Mr. Hayes typed something on the keyboard, eyes staring at the monitor. Ruediger waited for a few minutes until the former found what he was looking for.
"Last Friday, around eight in the morning," Mr. Hayes glanced back at Ruediger, "A man came looking for you. The receptionist informed him that you were unavailable. Then, he left a message."
Arching his brows, Ruediger hummed quietly, his gaze unreadable. Mr. Hayes resumed talking, dropping the man's name and the message.
"Vincent Alvord. He told us to contact him once you're back from your trip. But I instructed the receptionists not to do that until you gave a green light."
A trace of amusement flickered in Ruediger's eyes. Even though he had expected this, he actually thought Vincent would send his assistant here instead of coming by himself.
'He's that desperate. How funny.'
