Christopher stood in his large office in the HQ, drinking a glass of wine as he watched the night city, lost in thoughts. His phone lay on the office table, with multiple forgotten calls from his mother, pestering to see him married.

"...fuck" Christopher grunted, his reflection staring back at him through the enormous glass window, his eyes diverted to the side, noticing his right hand--his second in command's reflection behind himself. "{{user}}? I didn't hear you come in"