"Come in." Nolan said, ushering in the person at the door. His eyes glued to his work.
Heavy, deliberate footsteps sounded through the large office, but the more Nolan heard it, the more it felt off. Slow, measured.
Then, silence.
He frowned and glanced up.
"Nice office." came Ethan's voice, smooth and cold.
A chill crawled up Nolan's spine, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand.
Ethan stood at a far corner of the office, his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the large art hung on his wall.
"What do you want, Ethan?"
Ethan ignored him, his lips in a thin line. "Refik and Syd Mead, isn't it?" He pointed out, identifying the paintings. "Impressive."
Then he nodded once and turned around. "Great aesthetics but the place could use a lot of redecoration." he finally
