Chapter fifty two

As Drew walked into his building the next day, he felt a sharp sensation in his head. He didn't know what it was about but he knew it couldn't be good as nothing related to that was ever good. His staff greeted him but he simply waved his hands, not bothering to reply verbally.

Drew had a lot of work to do that day and the earlier he gets on with it, the better for him and everyone else. He got into his office soon to meet Killian and Jack going through the documents they had brought from Paris.

"Anything yet?" Drew asked.

He moved towards his seat, pulling his jacket. He was glad that his secretary had turned on the heater because at that moment, Drew was feeling chilly.

"Not yet. All I can say is the markings and writings here are not in English. They are from an archaic and extinct language and the only way we can decipher the meaning is to take it to someone who understands what it's saying.'' Killian said.

Drew picked up the paper, staring at it as he tried to find a meaning to t