One hand punched in the codes, the other hand pressed his phone to his ear.

“Wilson, this better be good.” Romero said sternly, not waiting for his assistant to speak. It has been days, there was still no solution to the issues that his Ocean was facing and he wasn't happy with that.

There was a beat of silence from the other end. Romero's frown deepened.

“It seems you don't like your job anymore, Wilson.” The door dinged and opened.

“Sir. I am sorry. I am still working on it. But ...