Third Persons Narrative;

It was a cold Monday morning, and Gorge Wayne had just arrived at his place of work.

He steps down from his fancy Ford and is elegantly striding toward his office's entrance when he suddenly stops walking.

He lifts his nose into the air and takes a deep breath, and after smelling it again, he questions one of the two guards in black, standing behind him.

"Is that cigarette I smell? "He questions and the young guard lifts his nose into the air and inhales deeply. And after being certain that it is indeed the smell of a cigarette, he can't help but feel sorry for whatever...