The dim yellow light, the lingering smoke, the exquisite wooden desk, and the shelves full of books.
This was Coshek Kevin's study.
Once, this place was Coshek Kevin's sanctuary of quiet and contemplation. Here, no matter what happened, Coshek Kevin would always come up with a solution.
But today...
Coshek Kevin felt as though there was a pitch-black cloud hanging over him. Although invisible, this cloud exerted an unbounded pressure on him.
Today, he had called Rudenessey as usual, taking for granted that, like always, Rudenessey would happily agree to meet after receiving his call!
But everything had gone contrary to what Coshek Kevin had expected.
Instead of Rudenessey, it was Rudenessey's secretary who answered the phone, politely informing him that Cecil was busy and had no time to take his call.
