The world outside the mansion continued as it usually would. People going in and out of buildings. Street vendors calling out for customers and their lackeys walking around, trying to stuff flyers into everyone's hands. Some people, too kind to refuse, took the flyers and walked away. Only to dump it in the nearby trash can.
Babies bawled their eyes out in their prams as their mothers chose from the market racks what to cook for dinner and the fathers scrutinized the different types of light bulbs in the electrical section. Even though they didn't need any bulbs to take back home.
By the side of a busy highway buzzing with cars, was a soaring black glass skyscraper almost touching the night stars. If you stood a bit away from it and looked up, you'd see the big metal letters on top of the building.
'SYSTEMA GAMES INC.'
Darren was in his office like usual when his secretary Tasha came in for the hundredth time that day.
