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