"You Masked Brat"

The sound of the pouring wine engulfed an office that was wide enough to be used as a hall. As the red wine flows back and forth as it hits the glassware, the door opened and emerged a man that was in his 40s.

Without much of cautiousness, the man looked at his desk as a woman sat there while putting down the bottle of a wine that was displayed in his office before. The short haired woman then took the glass up to her lips before looking at the man.

"How it is going?" Devinna asked while the man was approaching a chair before loosening his tie. "I hope that my money didn't go to waste, Vurneble."

"No need to worry, Devinna. The man was suited in my shop and is doing better than I ever expected. And… I heard from a staff that he took a quick break to talk to some kids." The man, Vurneble, raised his sight to look at Devinna who was staring at nowhere. "Are those your targets?" He asked, curious and cautious.