Alan sits in the heart of his sprawling estate, the lavish living room exuding luxury and power, one that he truly possesses.
The polished marble floors gleam under the soft light of the chandeliers hanging overhead. Expensive but dark and graphic artworks line the walls, each piece carefully curated to reflect both taste and wealth.
But right now, Alan's attention is focused elsewhere. His cold, calculating eyes remain fixed on his second in command, Ben, who stands in front of him, delivering updates in a calm, practiced tone. That is the tone he always uses as Alan is very susceptible in changes in tone, most especially ones of disgust and fear.
The man is like a hound dog, able to sniff out the even the smallest things like fear, change in tone and emotion, disgust, annoyance… every damn thing.