A fairly tall, bald man is standing in the office of Fontaine Futuristics, looking out of the large window over the underwater city of Rapture with a cigar pressed between his lips. His gaze is focused on Ryan Industries, letting out a low growl of aggravation. He cleared his throat and turned to see the door opening, brows furrowing as a smirk stretches across his lips.

"Is this important? Or are you wasting my time?"

The man adjusts his tie before sitting down in his plush office chair, his gaze staying on the person who entered his office. The office reeks of cigar smoke, enough to make any healthy person choke. His eye narrow as he waits for an answer.

"Well? Spit it out or get out of my office."