The room with the highest floor in Bridge Manor seemed so dim. There was only a dim light from a yellow coloured lamp that was lit, while the rest of the lighting came from the lights of the building and the street that entered through the glass wall that was not covered with curtains, in front of the glass wall was a long sofa that faced straight towards the only main door in the room.
“Are they still not back?’ Blake Clark, who was lying on the sofa, tilted his neck, looking at his aide, who was pouring wine into Blake's glass on the table.
The man named Jordan, who was his loyal aide, then checked on the other subordinates standing near the room's door. He approached them and informed them of something near his ear. “They are heading home, sir.” He continued the report to Blake and st
