The Mob Boss's Courtesy Visit.

With a final nod of dismissal, Alan waves Ben off. "That'll be all. Prepare them ahead for this evening's courtesy visit. I can not delay our visit to that mongrel any longer. I am in the mood now."

Ben bows slightly before turning and leaving the room, his footsteps fading into the distance.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Alan takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back. He feels the familiar rush of anticipation coursing through his veins. His mind is always several steps ahead, plotting, calculating every move like a grand chess game where he always wins.

He turns toward the large window overlooking the expansive estate grounds. The view is nothing short of spectacular with its lush gardens, well tended lawns, and a private driveway that winds like a serpent toward the towering gates.

But Alan's mind isn't on the beauty of his surroundings, far from it.

Instead, it's on tomorrow.