Lucian had asked him on the phone to stop by at his palace to discuss his financial revolution and the day for the event had just arrived.

The morning came, with the birds chirping at the window frame, their cheerful and melodic sounds gradually started turning to nuisance, and in a way disrupted the paradise he lived in all in his dreams.

His enthusiastic thoughts had caused him to visualize the outcome if the days meeting with Lucian, but now, the birds had to make the process be like a wet weekend.

Like a wet blanket, their chirping and their sounds discouraged Martins Grey from enjoying his perfect paradise.

Walking...