"Good morning, Sir. I brought your coffee."
I walked into the Yerevan home office, serving my boss the freshly hot brew, a common thing to start his day.
Golden threads of morning light transformed my unpleasant night into a new optimism. A mottle of baby blue and white blended to fashion the grey, adorning the newborn sky.
"Angelo, perfect timing. There's something I want to give you," Marvel rummaged in the upper drawer on his desk and pulled out some documents.
He got up from his chair and walked closer to me, handing me the files while taking a sip of the aromatic black.
"What is this?" I shortly asked.
"I bet you'd want to take a look at it."
When Marvel answered me while smiling, it was somewhat suspicious.
I took a glance at the man in front of me, studying his expression, and nothing was threatening about him, nothing at all.
