Shinjuku, Central Building, office of the Special Intelligence Investigation Department.
Jack habitually slacked off, sitting in his chair, admiring the view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a square whiskey glass, mimicking a scene from a movie. He gently swirled the glass, the ice cubes colliding and clinking crisply against each other.
The deep brown whiskey emitted a seductive luster.
This was the lifestyle of a successful person.
Jack looked down on the beautiful scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window and took a sip of his drink.
A knock came from the door. Jack swiftly put away his glass and called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and an agent stepped in, saying, "Minister Jack, we just discovered someone inputting Emily's name online."
Jack's brow furrowed slightly, realizing the seriousness of the matter. "Who is looking up her information?" he asked.
