Heavy wind blew on the transparent glass of the tall building painted black.
Inside, Wang stood there, his hands folded at his chest as he stared at the sky through the glass, nodding.
Footsteps echoed as the door in a far distance behind Wang opened.
"We are ready," Kang said, stopping five meters away from Wang, placing his right arm on his chin, smiling.
For five minutes straight, neither of them spoke, letting the silence that dwelled in the room take over.
"I'm coming, I need to make an important call," Wang said, turning slowly to Kang, grinned, then walked toward the table filled with lists of names and photos that were marked with red ink.
Among the photos, Wang frowned as his eyes fell on the face of a man standing at the back of the grouped photo with dark blue eyes.
Wang exhaled deeply as the person in the photo stared back at him.
He picked up the four-inch smart device, dialed a number saved with the name Mr. President.
