Author’s POV
In a dimly lit room, void of light,
A man was standing in a large room, almost hall-like, looking out of the window into the bright, twinkling lights of the city, a cigar in his mouth, its smoke swirling into the air.
There were a few masked guards standing by the side, each of them fully armed.
Suddenly, three men walked in, standing beside each other in a straight line.
“Boss,” they greeted in unison.
The man did not respond. Not immediately. He acted like he hadn’t heard them, stood still, his gaze still far away.
The room remained silent until—
“I sent for you all yesterday. Why didn’t you respond?” he asked, still not turning back.
The men did not respond. They kept quiet until—
One of them spoke. River.
“Boss, we sent Rain,” he responded, voice low.
There was
