Knock! Knock!
Knuckles of a masculine first rapped against a grand office door with a brass nameplate reading Gareth Smithers.
Inside the office, there was a tense silence that lingered before Gareth gave a curt nod to his new secretary, signaling her to open the door.
The moment it swung open, Jonathan Vance strode in with his usual swagger, Daisy Chen at his side, carrying an air of quiet intensity.
Jonathan scanned the room, smirking. "Wow," he said, feigning astonishment, "feels like a state funeral in here."
Seated before them were Gareth Smithers, sat by his table, his daughter Lily, keeping her distance by the shelf and his newly appointed lawyer, Lacey Vane.
Seeing Jonathan, Gareth's expression tightened into a scowl, "You disgusting sellout."
Jonathan chuckled. "Now let's keep it formal here, Mr. Smithers. I might be a sellout, but at least I'm not a thief or a ra— Well, you know the word."
