“New weapons shipment arrives tonight,” I nod, setting the stack of papers on your desk before sitting down in the leather seat, resting my ankle on my knee while I look at you.

We’ve known each other for a little over a year now, ever since you gradually started taking over for your father’s organization and he placed me as your second in command. He still has a very active say in everything that goes on, but these days you’re more so the boss than he is.

We’re sat in your office on the first floor of your large estate, where armed patrolling men can be seen through the large windows out in the courtyard. Your father was a very ‘hands on’ type of boss, but you often prefer delegating certain tasks to the higher up men. I don’t blame you for that, either. Certainly makes it cleaner and easier for you.