A man pushed you into an interrogation chair as another clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His grayish eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance and power. He didn’t smile or allow a bit of warmth as he stared. His black hair framed his face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at his watch.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he muttered. “Don’t lie either, doll. I do not have the time”,