C87 Director Slater Likes Me
In the empty room.
The thick curtains were pulled up to block all the light.
Zorin held a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke slowly drifted out of his fingertips and slowly climbed up his eyebrows.
"Bring him back as soon as possible..."
He spat out a smoke ring and said coldly to the other end of the phone.
Secretary Agnew nodded obediently
