Unknown Men POV

The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the flickering shadows of the cigar smoke curling through the air. The boss sat reclined in his leather chair, his tailored suit flawless even in the muted light. The thick cigar between his fingers smoldered as he took another deliberate puff, the smoke swirling around his sharp, unreadable features.

The silence was suffocating, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of an ornate clock on the wall. The man standing before him shifted nervously, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, the tremble in his voice...