"So what you're saying," asked Michael Tite as he sat in a large sofa, "Is that unless we take the Kanes down, there is no way we will grow. Correct?"
The old lady in front of him nodded.
The two were seated in a large and spacious room. The ceiling sparkled and was hollowed into a demi sphere. It seemed to be made of diamonds by how luminous it was. The cuts in it reflected the scene below beautifully.
The rest of the room was also constructed with a more aesthetically pleasing look in mind than a functional one.
It had dark walls and beautifully exquisite furniture that looked more like decoration than things to use.
The scent in the room was vaguely that of citrus fruits and cigars.
The oval shaped room looked much larger than it was because of the highly reflective and polished ceiling overhead.
