314 - From the ashes: Sinister

Daemon took a sip of the content in his cup, before placing it down, and leaning back into the soft sofa in the corner of the high end café he was in.

It was around ten in the morning, and he was dressed for the office, sharp as usual. His face was impassive as he calmly spent the idle time, waiting.

He was waiting, but he was not wasting his time, nor his brain. He was thinking about the project Ryan had pulled him into, forcing him to do his part as an owner of Furors Energy after the reveal at the previous convention.

He ignored the others in the cafe, but it was not long before someone approached him, bringing along the breeze from the displaced wind. He raised his head, and gave a calm look to the one he had actually never met before, but who he could be said to have fought a war against already, a bloodless but ruthless war of wits and resources.