ISAAC BROWN'S MANSION
Isaac leaned against his desk. His cold gaze swept over the room as his men stood at attention, they were obviously nervous, even though they ought to be used to working with him by now. One thing with Isaac, you can never predict his next move.
“There’s no room for mistakes,” Isaac began, his voice low and measured, carrying so much weight. “Everything must go exactly as planned.”
One of the men, younger than the others, hesitated before raising his hand. The slight tremble in his voice betrayed his unease as he spoke. “Sir, is it really a good idea to pull this off by causing an electrical malfunction? Enough to set the building on fire?”
Isaac stopped mid-step, turning sharply to face him. His piercing stare was enough to make the man swallow hard. “What exac
