Taking care of.

An hour earlier, within the top floor of the hotel. A room which was less of a suite and more of an office where a man stood beside the window with his gaze fixed outside the into the open sky of the busy night of the street.

The man's cell rang, his private number which was hardly given out to just anyone. He reached for his breast pocket, pulling out the cell and found a different number calling.

" Hello, how may I be of assistance to you? " His voice was very subtly calm like he was afraid of angering the other party.

The words spoken over the phone struck him hard, knowing the importance of the one behind the call and the request which carried a hard task leveled on him.

" Alright I will do my best right away. " The call was abruptly cut, leaving the manger of the hotel with a worried expression on his face.