Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Eight

Miss Sylvie Podlock was pacing up and down outside the empty director's office in a panic. Where did he go?What should I do? What a weird day!Of course, any day working for Maximilian Kohler has the potential to turn out to be eccentric, but Mr. Kohler's performance today was exceptional. "Get me Leonardo Witterer!" Sylvie heard him yelling as soon as he arrived at the office this morning. Sylvie dutifully paged, dialed, and e-mailed Leonardo Witterer as she was told. No reply. Mr. Kohler then stormed off, apparently intending to go to Witterer himself.He came back hours later in his wheelchair, looking very unsightly... even though he's never looked good, he looked particularly bad today.He locked himself in his office, and then Sylvie heard him surfing the Internet, making phone calls, sending faxes, and talking.Then, Kohler went out in a wheelchair.Haven't come back until now.

Originally, Sylvie made up her mind to ignore these grotesque behaviors, and it was just another farce staged by Mr. Kohler.However, she quickly became anxious when he didn't come back on time for his daily injection.You must know that the director has been in poor health and needs regular treatment.And every time he tried to gamble, the result was the same bad-respiratory shock, coughing attack, and medical staff rushed to rescue him.Sometimes, Sylvie felt that Mr. Kohler probably wanted to die. Sylvie really wanted to call to remind him, but she knew that Kohler had a strong sense of self-esteem and hated pity from others the most.I remember last week when a visiting scientist showed inappropriate sympathy for Mr. Kohler, who flew into a rage, struggled to his feet, and slammed the folder on the man's head.Every time King Kohler got angry, he always acted unexpectedly swiftly.

At this moment, Sylvie had to temporarily put aside her worries about Mr. Kohler's health, because a much more urgent matter had arisen and she was in a dilemma.Five minutes ago, the switchboard of the "European Nuclear Center" called, and the operator yelled that there was an emergency call for the director. "He's not here," said Sylvie. Then the switchboard operator told her who was calling. Sylvie almost laughed out loud. "You're kidding, aren't you!" She listened to the phone with suspicion on her face. "The confirmed identity of the caller is—" Sylvie frowned. "I see. Okay, can you ask what it is—" She sighed, "No, that's it. Please tell him not to hang up, I'll go to the director immediately. Yes, understand. I will as soon as possible."

But Sylvie couldn't find the director.She called his mobile phone three times, but each time the reply was the same, "Hello, the person you dialed is out of service area, please try again later." Out of service area?How far can he go?Sylvie had to hit Mr. Kohler's BP machine again.Called twice, but did not return.It's so abnormal!She had to send emails to his mobile computer.Still nothing.It seems that this person has completely disappeared from the earth. what should I do?she wondered. Apart from searching the entire "European Nuclear Center" personally, Sylvie knew that there was only one way to get in touch with the director.As much as it would make him unhappy, the director wasn't the one to keep him waiting on the phone.And it sounded like the man had absolutely no interest in hearing that the Director was away.

Sylvie made up her mind at last, frightening herself with her audacity.She walked into Mr. Kohler's office, to the metal box that hung on the wall behind his desk.She opened the lid of the box, stared at the controls inside, and found the corresponding button. She took a deep breath and grabbed the microphone.