The lady receptionist named Cathy Worne was on the bottom floor and had just come back to her desk after assisting her friend to arrange files. She had found her red shirt too much itchy due to sweat and so was her back of neck due to a bruise. Mrs. Worne knew what the reason was which had resulted bruise on back of her neck. She had kept it hidden for the whole day but at the time she had no intentions of veiling the bruise from her hair. Worne then looked around and started tying her hair in ponytail structure making the red cut exposed.

The reason behind the small cut was enough to make her depressed for the whole day.

When she was done tying then a sweaty man rushing towards her came in her sight. As anticipated, the man spoke through the semi – circular hole in the glass panel. He looked as if he was trying his best to squeeze his head in from the glass.

"Henry Taggart. I need to meet him." O'Connell gasped but saw the receptionist look at him as she had never seen a man before. He had no idea if she had found his face strange of it was his pierced lower lip. She would have been amazed if she had known he had declared himself Straight – Edge a year ago but had broken the so called oath.

"What are you staring at? Tell me where he is." O'Connell spoke.

"I find it really strange for a man to annoy me by asking the same question twice. You asked me the same question ten minutes ago and now you again return here to flirt or what? This time with pierced lip… Umm…pierced lips show swag don’t they?" she asked by being disgusted.

My Gosh! Someone like me was here?

Watching O'Connell react strange, she told him in confused manner, "Third floor and fifth door to the right. You'll find nameplate there on door's top."

"Is he still here? Or he already is out?" O'Connell turned back to question even after he had rushed.

"I have no idea. I had been busy with my friend since you had asked for Mr. Taggart." she awkwardly answered but found he had run without listening to the full answer.

As anticipated, Taggart's room was empty and he had not even turned off the air conditioner. O'Connell reckoned Taggart must have left the asset there for him. He moved his working desk and started to look for anything with an unusual appearance.

He was frustrated as hell and wanted to call Raymond to ask where it was. Was it a paper or any sort of metallic object? He would have left the room and waited for Raymond's call if he hadn’t seen a white paper sheet near the keyboard of PC. The pen was on paper and writing looked as if Taggart was in hurry while writing.

O'Connell picked up the paper and saw something scribbled on it.

18-052-9-231-177-332

He turned other side of the page to see if something was written there as well or not. But discovered nothing on the other side.

For sure it was written by Taggart but he had no hint what it could mean. For some minutes he kept moving his mind along with paper for nothing. What can this number be?

An idea struck him abruptly. He was in bank and the number could only mean bank account password. Taggart had given him pin number to unlock the bank account.

O'Connell wasted no time and then ran towards Cathy and handed her the parchment, "I need access to this bank account please. Can you help me to deal with this?"

Maybe she had sensed it was an important matter for him so she checked for the account number. It was an immense relief for him that those days, banks accepted access to their accounts or any transaction any time in twenty four hours.

She took longer time for it. She looked a bit annoyed. O'Connell was about to ask her what the problem was but she spoke first, "Sir, you've got problem. I'm afraid."

"What what can happen now?" he asked, again attempting to put his head through in.

"Sir, this account number does not belong to our bank." the answer made his jaw drop. Now he no longer was in mission to get inside from slot on the panel.

"It is not account number from this bank. Sorry. I double checked it." she smiled while every muscle in her face showed empathy and handed him back the paper sheet even though O'Connell was hesitating to take it.

"Do you know where this number belongs to?" asked O'Connell.