Michael sat back in his chair, taking a long drag from his cigarette. It was just him and his two bodyguards, Fabrizio and Calo and the two were armed with guns. The room was cloaked in shadows, save for the soft glow of the ember at the tip. His dark eyes remained fixed on the door, waiting. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, drawing closer. Michael exhaled a plume of smoke, unflinching as the visitor entered. He let silence linger, his gaze unwavering, until the other spoke first.