In an opulent room filled with the rich scent of expensive cigars, the room's lavish decor was adorned by plush velvet chairs, a grand mahogany desk, and ornate golden fixtures.
A man comfortably lounged in a high-backed chair, smoke curling lazily from his cigar as he glanced at his watch, his annoyance growing.
"Where are they? Do they think that are so important that they can make me wait?" he grumbled, irritation evident in his voice.
As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing a man and a woman, both wearing smiles that faltered slightly upon seeing the sight of the impatient figure before them.
"My apologies for the delay, Mr. Richard. We were caught in traffic," the man said smoothly.
A guard immediately seized the man and began checking him, removing any electronics with him.
Noticing their curious gaze, Richard said, "We can't take the risk of being recorded, so this meeting will be conducted without any electronics."
