United States, Langley, CIA Headquarters Building, inside the Director's office.
The night was as thick as ink, enveloping this building that symbolizes the global intelligence hub.
Simon didn't turn on the main lights; only the Tiffany antique desk lamp on his desk exuded a warm, dim glow, casting his features in half light and half shadow.
He had just ended a video call with Brenan, who informed him that the President had agreed to his proposed plan, allowing him to contact Russia, Persia, and Song through secret channels.
But the premise was absolute confidentiality.
This plan would remain top-secret from now on.
Not a single word could be revealed to the outside world.
No matter what any media outside might say, deny everything, and not acknowledge any cooperation with Russia, Persia, and Song.
