MODERN DAY, 2025.
The room was messy.
There were clothes littered all over the bed, and some had fallen to the ground.
The bookshelf was disorganised. Some books were kept straight and some were randomly placed; some had even fallen on the floor.
Same with the table. There were books randomly kept on it, and in the middle sat the laptop. There was an empty page on the laptop, but it was pretty obvious that someone was writing on it because the title of the file was intact. It was titled:
LADY HELENE PULLS ROYALTIES
The light in the room flickered for a while as a voice was heard from a distance—someone was making a call at the balcony of the room.
A young man held his phone to his ear while he listened to the ranting of someone at the other end of the line.
He had tried explaining, "Well that is... I... It's not..."
But the other party didn't seem to be listening at all. He was only ranting.
