The air that filled the room was tense. Laura's hand continued to tremble as she lowered her head. She felt the masked man looking at her, leaving her clueless, not knowing what to do.
Zeke took a step front and replied, "We're here for some information. You don't need to be warry about the money."
"Come take a seat," The man offered, and the three followed.
The man walked to his desk that was position right in front of where the three were sitting. His elbow leaned on the desk, crossing his fingers together.
"What information do you want to know?" The man asked.
"Marquess Rogen or High Master," Zeke hesitantly answered.
"High Master...what part about him, everything?" The man snickered.
"Everything, who is he, what connection he has with the organization, the amount of taxes increased the past few months just to build this place up, everything," Zeke answered, clenching his fists.
