See Through Everything

At an exclusive country club, Zack White stood on the green, holding a golf club, with a calculating smirk on his sharp features as he assessed the hole.

Approaching him, Kevin and John, still clad in black suits, delivered a report.

"We've received the money," Kevin stated.

Zack White's eyes narrowed, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he responded, "And?"

"We're wondering if you want the details," John added.

"No need," Zack replied, feigning indifference but revealing a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. "What matters is that he's gone."

Just as the atmosphere filled with a smug sense of accomplishment, another member of Zack's team, Joanna, rushed over with a pale face and ragged breath.

"Boss! We've got a problem."

Zack White's golf club hovered in mid-air, his eyes narrowed in frustration.

"What now?" he inquired.

"It's the authorities! They've raided our warehouses. We had to bail out, and they've confiscated all our assets!"