Later that day, towards the close of work, at The Valley real estate company;
Victor Hale sat behind his desk in his spacious, modern office. Everything about the office screamed luxury and power- from the expensive furniture to the carefully curated art on the walls.
Victor's expression was calm and composed as he was still jubilating about the good news he had received concerning a particular destruction...
Cassandra Drayke's tech facility's destruction.
However, before he could bask in the jubilation for so long, his secretary, Clinton- a sharp-eyed man in his thirties, entered through the heavy glass door, holding a single envelope.
"Mr. Hale," Clinton said, approaching the desk.
"This was just delivered. Hand-delivered, actually. By a courier from C.A. Holdings." He informed his boss.
At the mention of the sender, Victor's eyes narrowed skeptically.
