Ezra sat in his office, the wide windows behind him bathing the room with natural lighting. Papers were strewn across his desk, interspersed with open books and a glass of blood wines.
His fingers danced across the keyboard, the rhythmic clacking a comforting backdrop to his thoughts. Shelves lined with thick volumes of law books lined the wall on one side of his office.
It was a nod to his past as a lawyer. His years of dedication and hard work. The same past that made him understand just how deep the shit he was standing in was.
The vampire who had been posing as Gen had made away with not just the documents on TransitLink. The vampire also had a few documents on the company's financial statements. Documents that should not fall into the wrong hands.
