Damien sat behind his desk, carefully sorting through a stack of files. The room was barely lit, the only light coming from the lamp on his desk.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted his focus, and he looked up, slightly startled. "Who could it be now?" He muttered to himself before placing down the papers he had in his hand. "Come in,"
One of Sokolov's men entered and bowed in respect before speaking with a flat tone, "Your father wants to see you in the basement, sir."
Damien felt a chill run down his spine. He gulped, his throat suddenly dry. "My father wants to see me. Why?" he asked, even though he knew he wasn't supposed to question his father's summons.
Damien and his father rarely saw each other unless it was for a crucial matter. Each time his father summoned him, Damien felt like his soul was being ripped out of his body. Mr. Sokolov was a terrifying man, and even his own son was not exempt from that fear.