Chapter 297: The Traitor

"Why did you call me? It better be important, or else you are dead meat." Adam spoke up as he made his way into Blake's office.

"Who managed to get on your nerves?" Blake looked at him quizzically, shifting slightly in his swiveling chair.

"You did." Adam spat back at him as he settled down on the chair across him.

"Oh! Come on, man. Don't be such a hen-pecked husband. You know I would never call you if it's not work related. Moreover, when was the last time you hung out with your childhood buddy?" Blake narrowed his eyes at him and spoke through his clenched jaw.

Hearing his words, Adam couldn't help himself but chuckle in response. "You sure are a hypocrite. Do I have to remind you of the times when you used to ditch me just because there was someone back here who needed more of your attention?"

The corner of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly as he passed the man who was sitting on the other side of the desk, a lop-sided grin, only to earn an eye roll in return.

"No need to act so smug, Adam Levinson. Both of us how crazy we are when it comes to the women in our lives." Blake shook his head sideways and let out a low chuckle.

"You are right, but can we go to the main topic here? I cannot stay here for long." Adam interrupted him before he could continue further.

After seeing Stella's reaction to the news about Taylor's demise, he didn't want to leave her alone even if it was in the confinements of their own home. Though she was doing better now, he still wanted to be by her side. He couldn't risk her mental health at all, as it would not only affect her, but their babies as well.

He knew that Stella would hate herself if anything was to happen to their unborn children, and that she would have his neck on a blade if something of the sort might happen.

"I thought you might want to have a chat with the man in person for once before we take care of him." Blake answered him. He didn't want to stay for too long here as well for he was missing Lillian.

She wanted to follow him to the base but he had turned her down because he knew that she might need some rest after the ordeal of the other day. He knew it would be better to give her some space to get her thoughts straight than letting her tag along with him to the base.

"Actually, yes! I would love to have a chat with that traitor." Adam nodded his head in a yes as he got up from the chair. "I have been dying to know as to why he betrayed me and the company."

"Well, I wanted to know the same, but I thought it would be better if you are the one who gets to interrogate him." Blake added before following his suite. He got up from his swiveling chair and made his way around the wooden, carved desk.

"Let's go and play some good cop, bad cop." He added as he made his way towards the door with Adam in tow.

"Nah! It's time to play some bad cop, bad cop." Adam corrected him as a sinister smile embraced his lips.

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Five minutes later,

Two figures, which were completely clad in black from head to toe with only their faces and hands standing out, stepped out of the elevator.

Adam let his eyes roam around the empty hallway which was shrouded in darkness. The eerie silence which engulfed the entire floor was enough to send anyone shivering in fear. But the two men were unfazed by it. Either their mental strength was too strong to be affected by it, or it was the fact that both of them had spent their adolescent running through the very halls.

The sound of their boots clicking against the tiled floor was the only thing which could be heard through the deafening silence. The metallic stench which ruled the air was enough to leave a bad taste in someone's mouth.

"Where is he?" Adam questioned the man who was walking beside him now as his eyes moved over the shut doors one by one.

"He is in 'the' room." Balke briefly replied to him, knowing fully well that it was enough for him to realize what room he was referring to.

Each of the rooms on this floor was a cell, but each of them were modified to serve for a specific purpose. But the room Blake was referring to served a special purpose as it was reserved for those people who deserved to be taught a lesson in the most inhumane ways.

"Cool!" Adamn exclaimed as the sinister smile on his face only deepened.

He walked towards the end of the corridor and took a turn on his right. He knew the place like the back of his hand and didn't need Blake to show him the way to the room.

All he wanted to do then was to confront the man and teach him a lesson. Though he would prefer to leave the teaching him a lesson part to Blake as he had been out of the game for too long now. Moreover, he knew it would not do him any good if Stella managed to get a whiff about the matter.

His steps came to a halt as he stared at the metallic door ahead which had layers of paint scraped away from certain places. The scratches which followed the scraped off paint was proof that someone must have struggled against it.

The mere sight was enough to send shivers creeping down a person's spine, but Adam was barely affected by it.

Shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant way, he dusted off the thoughts of his beloved wife as for now. He needed to act like the Adam Levinson who was known to be cruel with his enemies.

With a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips, he extended his hand towards the door knob and turned it slightly.

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