Johny strode down the hallway, his steps sharp and deliberate. His leather shoe echoing through the hallway. The polished marble floors reflected the florescent lighting, casting elongated shadows that moved with every movement.

The air around him thickened with tension, and with the scent of polished wood and faint traces of expensive colognes.

Outside his office door, his secretary stood alongside five security personnel—one head of security and four others—already waiting for him.

Their postures were rigid, their expressions unseeable under the conceal of their sharp sunglasses. The atmosphere was tense with a suffocating silence.

The moment they spotted Johny approaching, one of them pushed the door open without a...