Inside an office on the highest floor of a company in the richest city in the whole country, a cloud of smoke swirled around someone that sat rigidly on the exquisite seat in the far end of the room close to the window.
It was almost as if he was the devil seated on his throne and the occasional hand that brought a lit cigar to his lips continued to move without stopping.
That was the only moving thing in the room and accompanied by the ticking of the wall clock it was almost ghostly silent inside.
The door opened and the silence was immediately shattered.
"Boss, are you alright?" The man that had just walked inside asked in worry.
"What do you want?" He asked in a hoarse voice, a voice filled with coldness and devoid of any emotions.
"I think we've found him". His assistant announced and the hand that was on its way to his lips froze midway.
"Are you sure? I don't want hypotheses and guesses". Han warned in a cold voice.
