"Director! Urgent intel!"
Simon's voice exploded in the quiet office, filled with the urgent gasps of a sprint and undeniable urgency.
Inside the office, Vincent stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling bullet-proof window, back facing the door, seemingly gazing at the distant buildings.
Hearing Simon's shout, he slowly turned around.
"Simon, what's the urgent matter?"
Vincent's voice wasn't loud, carrying a usual calmness. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze stopping on Simon's anxious face for less than a second before saying, "You look like you've been chased by a bear."
"No time to say all that, Director!"
Simon rushed to the wide, heavy mahogany desk, his chest still heaving dramatically.
Disregarding any courtesy, he slapped the intelligence briefing in his hand on the mirroring surface of the mahogany desk with a heavy thud, almost using all his strength.
