Rrrmmmhh…
The low growl of the engine faded as the sleek black mana car slid into its place in the underground parking lot.
Tires screeched slightly before the vehicle stopped completely.
A door opened with quiet precision. From within stepped a tall man in a dark tailored suit. His black hair caught the dim light, the strands shifting as he adjusted his collar.
Under the glow, his eyes carried an unsettling glow of crimson, with an intensity that belonged more to a predator than a businessman.
Rael Osborn.
Founder and CEO of Osborn Industries.
He shut the car door with a muted click, one hand already fishing his phone from the inner pocket of his coat.
The device lit his pale features as he pressed it to his ear.
His voice, when it came, was deep, even, carrying the calm authority of a man used to giving orders rather than receiving them.
"Mm. Yes. I saw the numbers."
He said, the faintest edge of impatience in his tone.
