James and Antony were men in their middle ages, and their appearance showed their age. James had a receding hairline and a few grey strands peeking through his dark hair. His face was etched with fine lines, revealing years of laughter and worry. Antony, on the other hand, had a distinguished salt-and-pepper beard that framed his weathered face. The deep crow's feet around his eyes spoke of countless hours spent outdoors.
James Lasson paused his writing, his gaze shifting from the document to Antony Kahler. With an enigmatic smile, he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in contemplation.
His voice held a measured tone as he replied, "Antony, a 'joke' is only as insignificant as we perceive it to be."
Antony Kahler, still visibly perturbed, sought further clarity. "But Mr. Lasson, her clandestine group poses a threat to our endeavors. We cannot allow her to continue unchecked."
