The night skyline of the city glittered like a jewel, an illusion of peace draped over the chaos brewing beneath. Jhon Gray stood in his office, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the city lights. He sipped his coffee, but the bitterness was overshadowed by the ominous feeling that something was coming. Lang had been too quiet in recent days, and Jhon knew better than to trust silence from an enemy like him.
Unseen Threats
The first sign of trouble appeared subtly—too subtle for most to notice. Marcus barged into Jhon's office, clutching a report in his hands. The paper trembled, though whether from urgency or Marcus' nerves was unclear.
"Jhon, we've got a problem," Marcus said, his voice tinged with worry. "I've been cross-referencing the latest financial reports, and there are discrepancies."
Jhon frowned. "What kind of discrepancies?"
