Despite the morning's clear sunlight, a surprise befalls Imperial as grey clouds begin gathering in the sky. People scatter like ants to get to shelter while cars slow down in the streets for caution.
Like many buildings, Cloth Co. stood its ground without fail. The company that could be mistaken for a luxurious hotel was busier than usual.
While the employees focus on their work, a meeting had just taken place inside the conference room.
The closed doors open neither slow nor fast, and a middle-aged man wearing a green suit walks out of the room. The mustache above his mouth was as thin as a strand of yarn and naturally curled ever so slightly at the ends.
His sharp eyebrows that fitted so well with his eyes gave him the appearance of an evil-doer man.
He stares at the employees working but doesn't proceed further. Instead, he takes a step to the side to make way.
"Ah, thank you, Manager He."
