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96 Mid-hill Courtyard.
Arnold Simmons stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the soft glow from outside mellowing down the cold, haughty look in his eyes, and adding a touch of youthful nobility to his demeanor.
The study was excessively quiet.
Even the usually quiet-loving man seemed slightly irritated at this silence.
Subconsciously, he reached for his lighter in his pocket.
Click--
The flame sparked, its mild heat engulfing its vicinity.
The cigarette between his fingers was lit, smoke curling upwards, and the faint smell of tobacco filled the room.
The irritation in his eyes intensified, reflecting the crimson glow of the flame.
It was a beautiful but perilous sight, like the ghostly blue phosphorus fire floating in a quiet forest.
The next moment, the vibration of his cell phone disrupted the silence in the room.
Coming back to his senses, Arnold put out his cigarette and answered the call.
