THE NEW GIRL

28. SPY.

BOSS' POV:

"Bullshit!"

I threw my iPhone XS to the floor. Dammit it's just 16 hours old and now its gone!

Dammit!

"John!" I yelled the name of one of my men.

"Yes sir?" He ran into my luxurious and spacious living room.

"Go and tell Miranda to order a new phone for me and tell her to put the necessary things in it." I ordered him.

"Sir, what happened to the phone you just bought this morning?" He asked and I got more angry.

"God dammit! are you working for me or the police? Why are you questioning me?!" I shouted at him.

"Uhhh s-s-sorry sir. I'll go tell her." He stuttered.

The Lord himself knows that I hate stutterers!

"Go!" I yelled and he flinched in fear and left.

I removed my blazer and tossed it to the floor, leaving only my blue button up long sleeve Shirt. I folded the sleeves up to my elbow.

"Now, back to you guys." I turned around and looked at Anderson and his team with the intention of murdering each and everyone of his men. "How incompetent can all of you be?! Anderson I specifically assigned you to be Gabriella's bodyguard. And what does a bodyguard do?! He protects a person at all times! He is always with them and never leaves their sight!"

"I'm sorry sir, it's just she was too adamant. She said she doesn't want anybody to follow her or even drop her off at her destination." Anderson tried to reason with me.

"Where was even her destination?" I asked him.

"Umm sir, it was.....Heaven.....Estate."

"What?!" I was perplexed.

Gabriella came to the Estate?

"Yes sir, but we don't know why."

"Dammit!" I cursed out loud. "What about the Uber driver? Is there anything suspicious about him?"

"No sir. Nothing at all." He answered.

"Good." If anything could have happened to her, the Lord knows I will sue Uber with no hesitation. I don't care if I come out in the open. No one messes with her. No one.

"Through his name, you can see he's Indian. He's actually a Punjabi. His name is Akaashpreet Sabharwal. He's average height, light brown in complexion. He's 28 years of age and married with two daughters. We were also able to get his cellphone number." He gave me his phone with the number dialed.

After four rings, I was able to get through.

He spoke with a very strong Indian accent. "Namaste. Who am I speaking to?"

"You don't need to know my name. Just know I am the person who threatened your life today." I spoke so low.

"So you are that devil that sent your men to threaten the hell out me. May the Lord Parjanya send thunderbolts to strike you buttocks." He said angry yet he sounded so funny. I was trying my best to not laugh at his statement.

"Mr. Akaashpreet I am really sorry for our disturbance. It's just the passenger you carried in your vehicle, she's like a porcelain doll I have to protect, afraid that she might break. My men will compensate you with any amount of money." I said and cut the call abruptly then gave it back to Anderson.

Immediately his phone rang. I figured it was Mr. Akaashpreet, considering I cut the call immediately and not waiting for his reply but Anderson informed me its Peter, one of the guards at their mansion.