In his office, at Furors Energy, Ryan was sitting at his desk, calmly looking at his laptop before him. Reading the article on display on the screen, his face didn't show any change. But the absence of the usual smile of his was enough to say more than any frown could have.
He looked at the time, before he took his phone to make a call. It connected not long later, and he spoke flatly:
"I will send you something in a minute. Take a look, and get ready."
With that, he ended the call, and he did what he said he would. After that, he leaned back, and he did not undertake any action. He calmly breathed in the silence of the large office, looking like he was waiting, for something, or for someone.
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The familiar metallic gray SUV of Daemon was moving with the traffic of the morning. It was early, making the traffic, while not congested, still a little slow.