“Michael, what’s going on?” Ivan asked Darren’s personal assistant as he ran toward the man. “Where’s Darren?”
Michael beamed at Ivan. “Mr. Larson is fine, sir. He’s waiting for you in the garden.”
Ivan felt a mixture of relief and confusion now. “In the garden? Why?”
Michael shook his head. “I can’t tell you that, sir. You’ll have to find that out for yourself.”
Ivan scrunched up his face slightly for a few seconds as he pondered over the possibilities before nodding at Michael. “Okay.”