The room was silent, but it's far from empty. A couple man in dark suits stood by the door, a couple other man with more dignified suits sits with their prideful expression, some with blantant displeasure, and some neutral.
The man in the middle, the one who'd sat on the centrcentre of the group had kept his eyes loked on Cassian since the moment he'd entered.
Cassian's emotion had remained cold and empty. Nobody could've guess what he had in mind.
"I had demanded a private-"
"You have no rights to demand-" an old man had cutted with angry expression, but he'd also been cutted.
"My son will earn what he demands," the man in low tone, but power is evident in his voice.
The other man mout twiched as he itches not to make a comment. He bows, and along with the few other gentlemans,
