Ninety-ninth floor, Office of the Director of Security.
Edwin reclined in the director's chair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his chubby face adorned with a sly smile. This office was truly something!
It was spacious!
It was exactly to his liking!
Life's path may not be under his control, but when there's booze, why resist?
This, indeed, was the life Edwin was meant to have, the office he deserved to enjoy. Edwin's eyes sparkled with ambition; from this moment forward, his life would be one of prosperity and wealth.
Click! The door creaked open.
Just then, the office door was unexpectedly pushed open.
A well-dressed, refined young man stood at the office entrance, exuding an air of elegance.
Edwin shivered at the sight of this familiar figure, nearly slipping off his chair.
