Jameson sits at the head of the table in his conference room. The entire building was deserted, and he didn't know why. He hated being kept in the dark. He didn't know what his incompetent son was up to, and he did not know his beloved Zelda had been captured by the police. His end was near, but he was oblivious to it.
Today had been scheduled for a meeting between his board members, but none of them were yet to make an appearance. Jameson hated tardiness. He checked his phone for his schedule to be sure he hadn't mixed up the time somewhere, but his timing was perfect. He should be at this meeting, yet no one was here. The meeting wasn't due for another one hour, but he had to iron out some issues with his principal men before the meeting starts.
