Victor's fingers holding the cigarette barely trembled, and a piece of ash silently fell onto the glossy mahogany table.
He pressed the remaining half of his cigar into the crystal ashtray.
"Report." He extended his hand.
Casare hurriedly handed over the thick, brick-like document. The cover was a plain dark blue, embossed with "Top Strategic Assessment and Countermeasure Recommendations (Top Secret)."
This was a report crafted by the leader's top advisory group.
One could say... the experts are all in here.
He flipped directly to the summary and executive summary sections, his eyes quickly scanning over the cold numbers and conclusive statements.
The more he read, the tighter his brow furrowed.
