he immediately parked his car in front of it and got out. He hurried towards the main entrance of the building and saw familiar faces looking at him. With tears in their eyes they were looking at him. 

      "What happened?" starting to worry he asked them.

      "Armand, Sir Alfred was murdered," shaking an elderly lady told him. "We found him dead at his office, at his table."

      Armand stepped back; he couldn't believe what he just heard. "No tell me that's not true, my father is still alive!" he uttered.

      "I'm really sorry Armand, I'm really sorry..." the elderly woman uttered. 

      With tears in his eyes, Armand hurried towards the elevator. And while it was ascending he prayed that what he heard wasn't true, that Alfred was still. They were still going