Tristan was walking outside a Grey building, his man staying behind to clear up the blood and dead bodies of a man and a woman. The woman had a bullet wound, and the man had several cuts and injuries.
Tristan sat in the car and drove away with a bunch of cars behind him with guarded men. He sped on the roads of Rome. His cars pass along the old rusted ivory arch buildings with the sun just about to set.
He reached his office, striding up the stairs, sitting on his chair. The owner of the Knight’s enterprises, as everyone knows of him. Mr. Halton retired three years ago, making him the new Head, and thus the most eligible bachelor, who hates to be in public.
The file he was asking for was on his table, by his warm coffee. He picked up the coffee and took a sip. He then picked up the file
