Kaelric Halecrest sat behind his desk, his back turned to the large glass window that framed the city's skyline. Towering skyscrapers stretched into the distance behind him, their lights reflecting faintly off the glass, when his voice suddenly echoed across the room.
"You don't need to ask questions. Just do as you're asked. I will hold up my end of the deal if you do so as well."
He ended the call there and then.
Not even a moment later, Jennifer Lance, his private secretary, stepped into the room, her expression already troubled. The concern on her face deepened the instant she noticed Kaelric's expression.
It was one marked by unmistakable fury and irritation, barely restrained, simmering just beneath the surface.
"...Sir."
Her voice wavered as she spoke, hesitant at first, but her words eventually managed to reach him.
He finally took notice of her.
"Jennifer."
