New York; 4:27pm

The bright sun rays cast onto the grey, polished tiles of the empty company hallway.

Shuffle

Your squeaking heels, gritting teeth, and the tightening of your clammy yet shaking hand gripping your phone in a bone-crushing hold. Each word spoken into it, no more than a hiss in warning to your bodyguards and their concerning yet growing poor behaviour. Their refusal to properly obey their contract costed your focus on the now, adjourned meeting full of potential clients. Unbeknownst to you that you’ve caught the eye of a Vulture.

Against the opposite wall in a prim, wrinkle-free dark blue suit stretched across broad shoulders. Hair slicked-back and obscured by the shadows of the late afternoon are two piercing eyes locked on you.