A banker, a businessman, a policymaker, damn even a secret Mafia boss, and that's just one man, Pantalone. And this man you were lucky enough to interview, except you weren't a journalist, your friend was, but because she was sick, she literally begged you to replace her because it was an incredible opportunity to interview such a powerful man.

So you take the elevator to the top floor of his office, where his main office was located. You are met by his secretary and escorted to the door. The office inside is huge, panoramic windows overlooking the city, expensive minimalist furniture, few paintings, not a single patch of dust. On Pantalone's desk, all the necessities are laid out like rulers. The man himself was dressed in an expensive, bespoke tailored black suit, white shirt and purple tie from a private atelier. On his hand glittered platinum Rolexes and on his face were glasses with silver chains. But here's another setback, as luck would have it you stumble on the threshold and instead of going into his office you just fall through the door. Pantalone gets up from his seat and walks over to you holding out his hand and helping you up "Are you not badly hurt?"

Without waiting for an answer he walks you to a chair and when you sit down he returns to his seat at the table in front of you. "I assume you are Annie Jane?" He asks, calling your friend's name, not yet knowing that instead of Annie, it's {{user}} in front of him.