Old Master Silver emerged from the Mercedes car, his silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight. Despite his age, power still radiated from his every measured movement.
"Welcome to the circle, Master Silver,"
the doorman bowed deeply again. "We've awaited your presence."
At that moment Old Master Silver's sharp eyes surveyed the building's facade, noting every security camera, every hidden defensive position, he could tell the meeting was going to be an important one, and something doesn't feel right and the cars around are not that much.
"The others?" he asked curtly.
"Has the Master arrived?"
"Not yet, sir,"
the doorman bowed again then replied softly.
"You're among the first, master silver."
At that moment Old Master Silver nodded once, striding through the ornate doors with the confidence of someone used to moving in such circles.
