MARTIN WEST'S HOUSE
Martin West stood on his balcony, gazing at the city below, his expression hard. He remained still, his mind occupied.
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Without turning, he already knew who it was.
Simon entered cautiously, stopping a few feet away. "Sir," he greeted with a respectful nod.
Martin didn't turn to acknowledge him. His voice was cool, measured. "What are you doing here?"
Simon hesitated for only a moment before responding. "I have news that may interest you."
Martin exhaled, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "Then go on," he said, his tone indifferent. "But whatever it is, it had better be worth my time."
Simon took a breath, choosing his words carefully. "I found out from a reliable source that the Supreme General’s yo
