When the morning came in New York City, it didn't come with a soft light, but rather a sharp one that lit up the big windows of the Corporate Penthouse like a blade. Zeth’s perfect bespoke suit was pristine, when he was at his mahogany desk, his pitch-black eyes blazed with a terrifying and apocalyptic rage that threatened to consume the entire room. With his sizable hands, he gripped the perimeter of the desk, the wood cracking under his weight, and his breathing deep and heavy, he gazed at the red leather folder in front of him.
His chief technical intelligence officer was several feet behind him, his hands shaking, his face was completely pale under the intense, predatory gaze of Zeth.
The officer spoke with a trembling voice, "Mr. Richason… we have broken the encrypted network. Here
