Chapter 108

The hall was brightly lit, the incandescent bulbs shone directly overhead. The hall was huge, it was lavishly decorated. A Persian rug adorned the floor, the furniture was all antique, and several well-renowned paintings decorated the walls.

An elderly man sat quietly on a massive antique chair, it was like a throne and he was the king. He was smoking a fat Cuban, and staring into space absentmindedly.

A man dressed in a suit suddenly rushed in, his sudden entrance snapping the old man out of his daze.

"What's the matter, Laurent?" He snapped impatiently, "You know I hate being disturbed during my alone time." he tapped his Cuban lightly on an ashtray as he spoke.

"Mr. Giorgio, there's been a surprising development," Laurent explained as he stopped, standing meters away from Giorgio.

Giorgio's expression remained unfazed, "Spit it out, then." he waved his hand dismissively, and he took another drag of the Cuban.

"We've received reports…" Laurent began, choosing his words carefully