Writer's POV
In a mansion, in the outskirt of the city. A man with familiar appearance was in a conference call with a few black men from Africa. He was speaking in their local dialect, making it easy for them to interact better.
The meeting has been holding for more than two hours and after the third hour, he decided to end the call.
"Thank you for trusting us, we won't disappoint you" he said in their local dialect and the call ended almost immediately.
As soon as he slammed his laptop close, the huge door opened and his assistant, Ken, strolled in, with some files.
"How did the meeting go, sir?" He asked, placing the heavy documents on the table, making a loud thud.
"Smooth. As usual. Any information?" He queried, stretching his hand, showing off he was tired.
"Yes, sir. It'
