The clattering footsteps could be heard pounding the floor, covered by an expensive Mediterranean patterned carpet. Casually, Lucas entered the VIP elevator.

When he came out, Mike, who worked as his assistant, came to greet him. Helped to carry the briefcase Lucas had been holding in his left hand.

"What's my schedule for today?" the man asked as he walked slowly towards his room.

"As usual, every weekend, it is always empty, Mister. But in your room, there is already Mr Hans Ulrich waiting. He has been there since 30 minutes ago."

Hurriedly, Lucas quickened his pace. Arriving in the room, he immediately approached Hans, sitting relaxed on the guest...