At the Sterling Residence, Aurora Sterling was also changing. She had chosen a rather understated outfit for the day—just a simple, proper little black dress.
Just then, her phone rang. Aurora Sterling's eyes lit up when she saw the name 'Eight' on the caller ID.
'This kid must have dug something up on that Damien Wallace.'
"Did you find something on that bastard?"
"Er…" Eight fell silent for a moment before stammering, "No, I couldn't find anything…"
"Couldn't find anything?" Aurora Sterling demanded coldly. "Eight, didn't you say you were the best? That you could find out anything? So why couldn't you find him this time?!"
