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Chapter 722
Irene actually had an idea, but she just wanted Dennis to prove it.
’Tobey Kitsch, the former deputy director,' Dennis said.
Irene glowered-she was not surprised, but she was unhappy about it too.
As she took a seat on the couch, Dennis asked, "Have you decided what to do about this?"
"You've been here for a while and you know the people here," Irene countered. "What do you think?"
Dennis took the single-seat couch then, musing his words before saying, ’ It's not Finn Cook's fault. The boy is naive,
and he's only sharp when it comes to academics. He made it here because he was the top of his class, and his
score was much higher than the second-placer. Tobey instructed him after he arrived, though Tobey was still a head
of department at the time, not deputy director."
"He's from the sticks, but he got a state scholarship, so he's the type who's studious but not good with people. He's
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtonly being terrible partly because he was used, and because Tobey used to take good care of him. You can tell that
he's not well-liked around here, and his own family was poor. Since Tobey was nice to him, he thinks that what he’s
doing is repayment for owing Tobey."
Then, after hesitating for a while, Dennis asked, "Could you be lenient? He has genuine talent and I think it would be
a waste to dismiss him. Not that what he did was easily forgiven, of course..."
Irene had listened quietly to all that without deciding what to do immediately, and actually hesitated when Dennis
asked.
She did not have a change of heart-she would not easily forgive someone who tried to hurt her, but did not want
Hotmesh Research to lose a valuable employee like Finn.
"How about I visit Tobey's home, and talk to everyone there to not try anything against you-"
"No." Irene refused right then.
Decisions made in the heat of the moment were anything but rational, and she did not want to make the wrong
choice.
She had been out for blood when she found out that someone tried to hurt her yesterday, but Dennis's words
changed her mind a little.
"Give me a day to think about it," she said, rising to her feet. "I'm going back to work now."
"Okay." Dennis was hoping that she would go about it calmly as well, although Finn would have to be punished
either way.
Meanwhile, James had found the person who called Irene.
"It's not Harvey Gooding. He fled to Franconia, but there's no telling where he's hiding for now."
Pausing, he then added, "Stan Hill could take over the search since he's there."
It was certainly more convenient, and with their network, a search would be easy.
"Good," Isaac said.
"As for the unknown caller, it's Finn Cook from Hotmesh Research," James said. "I haven't found out why he called
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIrene, but it must be about work since they work in the same building."
Isaac did not think so-if it was about work, Finn would not have hung up when he heard his voice.
"Should I keep looking into it?" James asked.
"Just do a background check," Isaac replied.
"Alright. I've already got someone on it.'
In fact, the man he sent had not returned yet.
Still, just as James was about to turn to leave, his phone rang in his pocket. He answered it, and it happened to be
the man he sent to investigate Finn Cook.
James frowned after hearing the man's report. "Got it."
"Do I need to find out more?'
"No, you can come back now."
"Okay," the other man said, and James hung up.
Turning back and walking up to Isaac's desk again, James said, "We've got something."
Isaac put away the document he was holding and reclined in his chair. "So? Who is he?"