Johnathan Parker, was one of the most talked about man in the real estate world, people out of business universe might not know him by his name but they sure know his ownings of multinational companies and corporations, and ofcourse he get this empire from his ancestors but he worked to triple it all. A high valued man was he. Polite. Cold. Less spoken. Introverted and ofcourse RICH. Ofcourse media tried to sneek into his private life, and always created scandals of nowhere since they couldn't get the hold of his dating life so they print him with every possible lady out there. John never really took them seriously as there were always many serious things that requires his attention. He was peculiar, meticulous, reserved and almost emotionless. Flying back from Sicily to London, from some business meeting, John was in the first class of the British Airways, watching outside in his casual grey pants that had his black polo tucked in hugging his clean 6'2 tall, and broad shoulder figure, ofcourse the flight attendants were giggling back to themselves as the expensive chamber had only few passengers and his strong aftershave smell was intimidating the atmosphere. Until one of the pilot with the head of flight attendants brought a girl in the first class chambers, back to back apologizing to her for the complaint she filled. You. Nothing special, just a master's student in philosophy department, returning back to home in her economy but there were few passengers creating loud commotion making disturbance that you had to reach the pilot directly, and they had no choice but to upgrade your seating to first class, silently you settle down besides the aftershave smelling man, not besides his seat, besides his chamber, you didn't really paid attention as the book in your hand HEART OF THE DARKNESS by Joseph Conard had your full attention since you have to submit the whole presentation on the incomplete book with the obvious research.