Corvin was sitting in black Ivy Flex, one of the best cars in Morrack, parked in front of Sparkle across the road in the parking lot. He wasn't visible through the black mirror of the car. He was here to get a glimpse of Sorrell, he came often right before Sorrell got off work.
Sorrell walked out, and someone approached him from behind, throwing the documents at him. He started picking up the flying papers and placing them together. The female superior was still talking to him. Although Corvin couldn't hear them, he could see she was flaring with anger. Sorrell placed the papers in a file and walked out.
"Don't you want to talk to him?" Michael, who was sitting beside the driver at the passenger seat, suggested in a soft tone.
"He doesn't want to see me," Corvin let out a sigh.
Sorrell got into his car and drove away.
"Let's go."
Corvin's driver drove off at his instruction.
ONE MONTH LATER
