Chapter 2

The blades of the chopper spun loudly before slowing down as it landed on the helipad of a skyscraper. The door was pulled open, and Miran stepped out. He was clad in a black suit and black shades. Tony — his personal assistant — followed after him, dressed in black as well.

He adjusted his suit jacket, looking around and seeing the view from up here. The city was magnificent. Tony came closer, whispering to him, “He’s over there.”

Miran looked ahead before clearing his throat. The middle-aged Arab man coming towards him offered a small smile. Behind him, his escort followed.

"Mr. Mayer, it's a pleasure to have you," The man said, stretching his hands to him. Miran stopped and looked at him, taking off his shades.

"Mr. Khan," he smiled a smile that seemed to have so many layers. "My father told me a lot about you.” He continued.

Mr. Khan’s smile faltered, but he kept smiling before withdrawing his hand and folding them in f