Declan received a call from Francis late at night when he was sleeping. He groggily opened his eyes and answered the phone.
"What is it?"
"There is a problem," Francis' anxious voice made Declan sit up. "The man I sent after Clara was beaten by her guards. He is severely injured and in the hospital."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Declan exclaimed and jumped out of the bed. "Can't you appoint someone trained?"
"He is… good. He never failed in any missions. But this time, I don't know."
"Tell me why I shouldn't fire you."
"Urm… he disguised himself as a paparazzi photographer. They snatched his camera and broke it." Francis paused a moment and assured him, "They won't be able to find our involvement."
Declan hissed and pressed his forehead, not convinced by his words.
"I will handle this issue," Francis assured.
"You better keep your word." Declan tossed the phone on the bed and grumbled, "Fuck."
