In the crown of the towering structure that pierced through the heavens, the metallic doors of the elevator slid open, revealing a lone intelligence officer with an important report. She walked forward into the house of the executive, standing before a dark-tinted wooden desk.
"I have a significant report, Sir." She softly reported as the luxurious office chair pointing towards the windows slowly turned towards her. Sitting on it was none other than Abraham, whose cold expression unveiled authority that was only his.
"I presume it's about Columbus..." Abraham remarked, earning the nod of the intelligence officer. He had sent various personnel to find his wife as there were only three months left before a year had passed.
Even though he was ignorant of the duration of pregnancy his wife might go through, ignorance wasn't a bliss for someone like him.
