Theron's expression immediately darkened. His eyes, usually calm and composed, were now sharp with cold determination as he glanced toward the office door. "Derek."

Derek promptly entered, nodding, "Mr. Wilson."

"Investigate what happened to Aura today.” Theron ordered; his voice low but intense. “I want results by tonight."

As Derek turned to leave, I quickly spoke up. "It happened at Enchanted Karaoke Bar. If you can't find anything, you can ask ...