At an exclusive country club, Zack White stood on the green, holding a golf club, with a calculating smirk on his sharp features as he assessed the hole.
Approaching him, Kevin and John, still clad in black suits, delivered a report.
"We've received the money," Kevin stated.
Zack White's eyes narrowed, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he responded, "And?"
"We're wondering if you want the details," John added.
"No need," Zack replied, feigning indifference but revealing a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. "What matters is that he's gone."
Just as the atmosphere filled with a smug sense of accomplishment, another member of Zack's team, Joanna, rushed over with a pale face and ragged breath.
"Boss! We've got a problem."
Zack White's golf club hovered in mid-air, his eyes narrowed
