Power

Goren clenched his fists as he stood outside the address he had fished out from the school they both had gone to in their primary and high school years. He crumpled the paper and dumped it inside his pocket before knocking on the door. 

He wished he could just barge in and kill him… but the Magnate wanted him. And he was now forced to listen to the magnate. He rang the doorbell again. 

"Where the hell are you?" he muttered through his teeth and banged on the door. 

"Mitchell! Come out!" 

He was met with silence. The hairs on his skin prickled as he heard the sound of a door unlocking, but it wasn't the one he expected to open. He turned around and saw an old lady peek out. 

"What's all that ruckus, youngun, there are people still sleepin' ya know!" she said in the most threatening voice possible. 

Goren bowed down. "I'm sorry for the interruption, ma'am."