Samuel Meyer sat in the dim glow of his office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his glass desk, the Bluetooth headset snug against his ear.
"Don't worry," he said coolly, voice devoid of the warmth. "Everything will be okay. Just trust me."
He ended the call,with a blank expression. Then, without hesitation, he dialed another number. This time, his tone dropped into something sharper. Darker.
“I want it done today,” he commanded. “Make no mistakes.” he took a short pause. “Clean, no loose ends.”
He ended the call and sat still for a moment, then slowly leaned forward with a satisfied smile, a very cringe smile, curled up his lips. He tapped a manicured finger on his desk, the anticipation already feeding him
