Alistair’s cane tapped rhythmically against the marble floor as he followed Coby to his office. Coby could feel his pulse quicken, the rhythmic thumping echoing in his ears. The flickering fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, filling the room with an eerie ambience that mirrored the unease in Coby’s heart. Coby made a beeline for the sideboard, the scent of aged Scottish whisky wafting through the air, filling the room with its rich aroma. He reached for his prized bottle, its label bearing the marks of time, offering a drink to his guest. Alistair paused momentarily, his eyes drawn to his own reflection in the mirror leaning against the desk. His face contorted into a smug smirk as he adjusted his tie.
With a resounding double tap of his cane, he remarked, “Ah, such exquisite ta
