Vincent was already prepared for Lucas' anger, but after knocking on the door twice, he still heard no response at all.
Vincent even suspected that the security guard had got it wrong. Perhaps Lucas hadn't arrived yet?
Just as he was hesitating, he knocked on the door for the third time. Finally, Lucas' deep voice came from inside. "Come in."
Vincente took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He smelt smoke once he entered the office. Vincent then saw Lucas at the table.
Lucas was leaning against his armchair and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. There was one cigarette in his dangling hand. Lucas' cold face looked grimmer than it usually did.
Vincent had never seen Lucas like this. He called out meticulously, "Mr. Thomas?"
Lucas moved slightly, raised his hand, and took a puff. He spat out the smoke and said coldly, "Speak."
The single word made Vincent chill.