In a spacious office on a 15th floor of a luxurious resort-style building, Mr. Patel is sitting behind his desk and reading through some documents. Door of his office opened abruptly and a man with a mask covering his face and wearing a dark blue cloak stormed inside.
Number of guards followed right after him, and few jumped out from behind Mr. Patel, blocking the path for the man. Man with number 71 on his left chest pocket was surrounded as soon as he stepped through the entrance to the office.
Mr. Patel raised his gaze from the documents lazily and looked at the man whose chest heaved in anger so much that it was visible even with a cloak on. "Mr. 71, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"You better give me everything you have on a girl with number 30!", man roared right from the door while pointing his finger angrily and ignoring the guards.
Mr. Patel was unphased with his outburst. "Oh? Why would I do that?"
