Somewhere in the other country, a vast mansion surrounded by beautiful greenery...
A tall, well-built man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a perfectly fitted black shirt and pants, stood by the glass wall of the study on the first floor, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. He stared out at the lush garden below, which stretched across the front side of the grand mansion he resided in.
A man in a light gray suit, appearing to be in his forties, entered the study and glanced at the solemn figure standing by the window.
The tall figure by the window acknowledged his arrival with a glance over his shoulder, his sharp, handsome side profile shadowed despite the sunlight pouring in from outside.
"I've received word that someone is investigating Aiden Handrix," the newcomer reported.
"Hasn't that been going on ever since that marriage certificate was sent to its owner, Eric?" the tall figures, deep and firm voice echoed in the study.
