The Power of a Name

Dylan Yang rode the limousine back into the city. He smoked five cigarettes one after the other after recieving a phone call from June.

"What is he up to?" he thought.

Why marry an heiress and sell her family business? It didn't add up, as if looking at an incomplete puzzle when someone hid the last pieces in their pocket.

He felt his phone vibrate.

"Qiao Liwei?"

"Liam is in his office at Yang Group... I haven't spoken to him yet." Liwei reported.

Dylan nodded, "Good. I'm on my way."

...

Liam Yang sat at his desk, way past working hours; the tower was quiet and dark after all of the staff had returned to their homes. He continued to type on his computer, behind the large desk in the corner office. An orange desk lamp glowed, peeking through the space under the door; a large, wooden polished door, labelled

'President L.Yang'.

Dylan entered the office, without permission; walking straight up to the desk and casting a shadow over his brother.