That weekend, Felix rose bright and early. The sun was already peeking from behind clouds, ready to start its journey across the sky. He had a light breakfast and went back to wash up before rushing out the door. The air was fresh, rich with the scent of damp soil and the floral aroma from the flowers in bloom. He slipped on his boots and gloves, whistling a happy tune as he stepped into the garden.
Upstairs, Adrian stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear.
"Boss, we were able to foil their weapon smuggling deal this time. Is there anything we should look out for?"
"For now, nothing serious," Adrian replied, eyes locked on the garden below. "But pay attention to our other industries, they might attack them in retaliation, just to let out their anger. I'm sure they suspect I'm behind you."
"Yes, Boss. We also looked into the recent contracts, as you said, and we found a problem."
"What did you find?"
