Chapter 27: Fury
Azrael's hands clenched on the papers, his eyes scanned through the entire document, and flipped through the piles of photos with anger. One caught his attention particularly, and it was a shot of Knox with a man walking out together from a café.
Knox was telling something to the man while the latter listened with a smile on his lips. Even from the picture, Azrael could see that the two were very close.
Azrael parted his lips and uttered with a heavy voice, "Who?"
Across him, Sandro was feasting with the wings, while watching the amusing spectacle before him. He swallowed his food and brought down the chicken on his plate. He took a tissue and wiped his mouth, then his hands, and then he adjusted his jacket.
"I'm going to throw you out if you still don't answer, you b*stard."
Sandro laughed lightly. He purposely didn't include the name of the other man in the photo in his report. Now, he was certain. His dear friend has feelings for that omega.
"Chill, Azi~ we're not inside your office, you know? Anyway, that man is Knox Arden's boss, Athan Horace, president of the HZ Clothing Brand where Arden works, and also, the youngest son of the Chairman of Horizon Corporation," Sandro explained.
He took a photo from the pile and pushed it to Azrael, "I personally think, there's more to their relationship than just a boss and a secretary."
The photo was Knox and Athan playing at a claw machine outside a convenience store. Knox was hugging a koala plushie as big as his backpack while Athan was fishing another one. Both were looking like they were on a date.
Sandro continued, "Four years ago, it was hard for me to track him abroad. It seemed that he changed places after arriving in England. Now it's found out, from England, he flew to Australia. He studied and graduated there, and then he went back to England and worked under one of the subsidiaries of Horizon.
"Then, he went back here, more than a month ago, and started working as Athan Horace's executive secretary. Well, in regard to his personal life, I couldn't find much at all. His life seemed very private. His routine, going to work at eight and leaving the company at exactly six in the evening. Then, he'd go straight home, sometimes he stopped by a small café, and oftentimes, Athan Horace would drive him home..."