He sat in his dimly lit office, his hand shielding his eyes from the light coming through his computer screen. He was hunched over his desk, signing documents.

The sounds of honking cars and screeching brakes drifted in from the open window. The smell of cigars lingered in the air.

John let out a deep sigh and muttered a curse under his breath, his fingers running through his hair before returning to his face. The door to his office was cracked open.