Diego felt his body get cold, like he was dumped into Antarctica with the penguins.
Hesitation was present on his face as he listened to the distorted voice on the other line.
Seconds passed and he finally spoke, his voice low,
"Uhm. Mr. Spectra, what can I do for you...?"
There was silence after he asked,
This man Diego removed his phone from his ear and look at it, seeing that the call was still on, he placed it back on his ear,
"H-hello...?" He asked.
Finally, the distorted voice responded, the person's voice sounded a little angry even with the distortion covering their real voice.
But Diego paid little attention to it as he listened,
"I want you to get me La Garra's financial records." The person on the other line demanded.
But not even a second passed and Diego responded,
"Impossible...!!" His face now drained of blood as it turned pale. His body shook as he almost lost the grip he had on the phone.
