Silas sat behind the massive desk, deep in thought and he was tapping his hands continuesly on the table.
A man as wealthy as him was actually stuffed with some strange feeling.
Pok...pok
Lena entered the room quietly, tablet in hand, her usual professional composure slightly strained. She closed the door behind her and stood in front of the desk.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
Silas leaned back in his chair, his eyes looks dim and shallow. "Sit down, Lena. Do you have everything about Viktor? Who he really is. Where he came from. Any connections to Sylvain or my past. Don't leave anything out. I want the full picture."
Lena sat down across from him, opening her tablet and pulling up encrypted files.
