One Year Later
At Black Rock Co. headquarters, a sleek black Bugatti Veyron screeched to a sharp drift and came to a smooth stop in a reserved parking spot. A tall, lean figure stepped out of the car, clad in a perfectly tailored black Armani suit that hugged his upright frame. His sculpted features bore a cold, hard edge — even from a distance, he exuded an oppressive aura.
Charles shut the car door with one hand and strode into the Black Rock Co. lobby. Two neat rows of employees stood on either side, a formation as imposing as when he had first entered this company two years ago. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaled deeply, then stepped forward, flanked closely by his right-hand aides, Giles and Novia.