KADE
Caine called in a top-tier Japanese chef and instructed him to prepare breakfast for the both of us. I took my bathe and shaved in his new place.
Since the Japanese were not too big on building houses with staircases, the new house was a one storey building. It was clean, and everything seemed polished to perfection.
I stood for at least five minutes admiring every little detail. The house had a lot of openings, and it seemed like the decor seemed to be complete when everywhere was open.
"I see you like the place," Caine said as he handed me a cup of coffee.
"Who built this place anyway?" I asked.
"I'm not telling you that."
"Why not?"
"Because he'll soon be building your next TI annex in the States," Caine said.
"And is that such a bad thing?" I asked him, taking a sip
