The main fluorescent lights on the fiftieth floor had been completely extinguished, leaving a dim glow from the brass desk lamp in the corner of the room and the flickering lights of Manhattan piercing through the giant glass wall.
The silence of the night enveloped the double oak study belonging to Garrick Valentino. This spacious room was designed with special architectural specifications—walls layered with high-grade acoustic dampening materials that made it completely soundproof from the outside world. Whatever occurred inside this room would never cross the threshold of the door.
Garrick stood near his work desk, holding a newly printed legality document. His pair of gray eyes stared at Valera, who stood a few steps in front of him.
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