"Glades." On his day off, Hansen Ruiz would call him Glades. At times like these, they were best friends, not a boss and his subordinate.
"Ruiz, give me five minutes to find Julia's whereabouts. Also, prepare the latest and most lightweight smartphone for me," Glades Horne's deep voice came through.
Hansen Ruiz blinked. What was going on? Early in the morning, Glades Horne had called him to locate Julia Bluen. Could it be that Julia had been kidnapped?
Good heavens, who was the kidnapper? I'd worship him as a master; his nerve is just too great, and his courage even more admirable! I'll award the kidnapper ten million to help him become rich on the path to the underworld, so he won't have to be a kidnapper in his next life.
"All right."
While Ruiz complained inwardly, he still answered as he always did.
"Message me in five minutes."
Glades Horne's deep voice continued.
"Okay."
After Ruiz said "okay" a second time, Glades hung up the phone.
