I NEED YOU TO PROMISE ME!
Richmond entered the office, and a wave of heat blew on his face. Suddenly, he was hot and the worst of it, his suit was beginning to feel like a cage.
The place was at a boiling point, yet the old man sitting across the other end of the room was looking as if everything was normal.
He noticed a few changes in the old man, like his hair, was looking greyer than before and numerous amount of wrinkles were seen on his face, making him look older than his actual age when he was only fifty-six.
With a smirk on his face, "Mr. Wilson, how have the years been treating you?"
"So we meet again," Mr. Wilson said, his voice deep with contempt at the younger man.
