It was approaching 9:00 in the evening.
Seated in a plush, high-backed leather chair, he leans back with a calculated ease, exuding an air of nonchalance that belies the gravity of his presence.
The dim glow from a vintage lamp casts a warm halo, emphasizing the curling tendrils of smoke that dance around him.
A well-aged cigar, firmly held between his fingers, emanates an aroma that fills the room, a subtle blend of authority and decadence.
His gaze, still penetrating, fixes on a distant point, lost in thoughts obscured by the swirls of smoke.
The flickering ember at the end of the cigar illuminates his face intermittently, revealing the lines etched by a life steeped in both shadow and opulence.
The occasional glint of a gold ring, catching the lamplight, adds a touch of extravagance to the otherwise understated setting.
As he exhales, the smoke curls upward like ethereal wisps, momentarily cloaking his features before dissipating into the ambient air. The rhythmic puffing of the cigar serves as a metronome to the unspoken conversations that echo in the room – a language only those in the clandestine world comprehend.
In the hushed atmosphere, the clink of ice against crystal punctuates the silence as he reaches for a crystal tumbler filled with a deep amber liquid.
The occasional swirl of the drink mirrors the complexities of his own existence, a blend of calculated moves and hidden motives.
This tableau of a man in repose, enveloped in cigar smoke and bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, captures a moment frozen in time.
It's a scene that encapsulates not just the man's physical presence but the very essence of the enigmatic world he inhabits.
A world where every draw of the cigar seems to exhale whispers of power and influence, lingering in the air long after the smoke has dissipated.
In the room, the were three women and the man.
Two had black hair, and one was blonde, all adorned in revealing dresses.
The man spoke to them with an air of indifference, saying, "You all need to show utmost performance tonight. I don't want to hear any complaints."
He took a drag from his cigar, exhaled the smoke, and added, "If I hear any complaints, I'm reducing your pay. Capisce?"
The women replied, "Yes, boss," and left the room.
As they departed, the man muttered to himself, "They better do better than good. I don't want to lose my money."
He anxiously awaited a message from them throughout the night. "They better not run away with my staff. I'll kill them if they ran away," he said.
The man, growing impatient, eventually decided, "I'll call them in the morning."
When morning arrived at 5 am, the phone rang, disturbing his sleep. Irritated, he answered, "It better be good, otherwise you're in trouble."
A woman's voice on the other end said, "[Boss, it didn't go as planned]."
The man, agitated, retorted, "I don't want to hear excuses. Just bring back my staff." Before the woman could finish her sentence, the call was abruptly cut.
Waking up, the man found a woman next to him in bed.
After a brief exercise routine, he took a shower. The woman left before he entered the shower.
Having breakfast, he watched the news and they were playing last night's event,
[I told you Jersey that those freaks needs to be put to jail, JAIL!!!] The man news commentator said in a TV
[I don't think so Jake.] The female news commentator, identifed as Jersey, says to the man, identifed as Jake, next to her
[I don't care what you think. Even ordinary jail can't contain them. They need something big, like were DEATH sends them... What's it called.
You mean Birdcage.
YES! THAT'S THE ONE!!! They burned an entire building last because of WHAT they did to the mall.] Jake said in a loud voice
[I don't think they're related. The incident at the mall was caused by one of MENDEs and Cole Cleve also known by the name FIRE FIST was not part of the sindicate.] Jersey said to Jake trying to give reasons but it seems...
[It doesn't matter. They're the same. They're the FREAKS OF NATURE!!! THEY NEED TO BE LOCKED UP!!!] the reasons were not heard as Jake continues to speak in a loud voice
[Jake, I think your opinion is discriminating a lot. I mean, most of the were not aware they---] Jersey continues to do her job until
The man realized what was on the news and said, "Isn't that the place where I sent the girls to?" in an irritated tone.
He was impatient when the call was dialed. His fingers was taping at the table in a sequence from Pinky to index finger. His face showed irritation and discomfort.
Determined, he called the blonde-haired woman, and the call was answered. "Where's my stuff?" demanded the man.
The woman responded, "[The stuff got burned last night, and we were separated]."
The anger on the man's face became more. It called be seen by an infant that he was extremely angry. He smashed his fridge, the fist print was left on the fridge, and he didn't feel pain because of his fury.
The man tried calling the other girl, but there was no answer. Finally, he reached the third girl, and she answered with a tentative "Yes, boss."