A man sat on his wooden couch in a large room, listening to the music playing in the background. In between the humming, he sipped his alcohol. The room was dimly lit, and the only source of light was the fireplace, which flashed on his face.
Listening to the knock, he darted his gaze at the door. A servant walked in with his head bowed down and eyes at the floor.
"Sir, someone has arrived to meet you," he informed him.
"Who is it?"
"He said you won't regret meeting him," he said.
Words made the man frown. Normally, he would have ignored the visitor, but the man's arrogance drew his attention.
He whispered, "Shane."
He stood up and walked sluggishly towards the guest room where Shane waited for him.
"What brings you here at this time?" He inquired.
"I'd been missing you, Simon. I hope you're having a good time without me," Shane said in a pleasant yet sarcastic manner.
Simon rolled his eyes, knowing well about him.
"Aren't you glad I'm here?" He asked, pouting at him.
