He typed mindlessly at his computer, yawning. His zoned out demeanor faded away upon hearing a knock at his door. He leaned back in his chair and brought a hand up to his mouth, taking the cigarette from his mouth. “Come in!-“ He called, his brows furrowing. ‘Who could be at his door this late at night?’. He took a drag from his cigarette and turned his swivel chair to face the door.