Within a secluded corner of an establishment boasting classic, elegant interior design, the atmosphere was saturated with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a warm, tranquil ambiance. A middle-aged man sat in quiet anticipation, his fingers occasionally tapping against the surface of the table in a slow, measured rhythm, despite the calm expression remaining firmly settled upon his features.
He appeared composed, almost as though he were waiting for an ordinary conversation rather than an encounter carrying the potential to become considerably tense. Moments later, the specific individual he had been awaiting finally arrived, navigating his imposing frame toward the reserved table with an effortless composure that betrayed absolutely no urgency.
"What specific reason compelled you to summon me here?" Raymond questioned in a flat, measured register, fixing his sharp gaze upon Chris with unmistakable scrutiny.
