What made you think you have the ability?

Meanwhile, Ryan sat on the floor of his living room, reading the files Zenith had dropped off earlier. After every other second, his gaze would dart to eye the red envelope on the table, still lying intact and untouched. 

His jaws will flex in irritation but again he would avert his gaze from it in the act of ignorance. But more than the ignorance, it was an irritation that was evident on his face. 

Not able to bear it for long, he closed the file and reached to take the envelope. The moment he saw the 'Winslow' name shining on the card, he wanted to tear it but he also wanted to see what was in there. 

Opening it, he retrieved the note from inside as his eyes slowly skimmed through the cursive writing. The writing seemed so neat and tidy that it almost made him feel like a deliberate effort made so that he could just read it all well, without any confusion. 

[Dear Mr. Foster,