The Return Of General Tyler

Slumber

Tyler slumped in his chair, his eyes fixed on some invisible point on the floor as if the weight of the world rested squarely on his shoulders. The dim lighting in the office seemed to mirror his mood, casting long shadows across the faces of his team. Despite the somber atmosphere, a hint of a smile played on his lips, a subtle indication that he had finally achieved what he had set out to do - becoming one of Matthew's coveted customers.

But his momentary sense of fulfillment was short-lived, as Alex's voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. "There's more to achieve, don't feel relaxed," he said, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Tyler. The air seemed to vibrate with an unspoken challenge, a reminder that this was merely the beginning of a long and treacherous journey. Tyler's team exchanged uneasy glances, their faces reflecting the unspoken question: what lay ahead?

The tension was palpable, like a coiled spring waiting to unleash its energy. Tyler's eyes narrowed