“What are you up to?” The man in a black suit asked as he saw Mark standing at the window.

He was just entering into the room, he made his way towards a couch and took a seat on it, placing his leg on the other majestically.

“Nothing.” Mark replied in a mumble.

The tone behind his voice seemed dry, like he was pissed about something.

He left the window to sit opposite the man as he rested back on the seat.

“I heard you've been demanding to see me. Is there a problem?” The man raised a questioning brow.

“Two days ago and you're just coming to see me.”...