In another room, a man sat with a cigarette between his lips, staring blankly at the phone.
He was the head of a "Security Department," but this Security Department did not belong to a Federal Government agency. It belonged to a company.
Put more simply, he was the Minister of the security division.
Within the entire conglomerate, the head of a subsidiary's security department was hardly a noteworthy figure. For all these years, he had merely completed his duties conscientiously.
The man was in his forties, with a family of his own and two children. His life was beautiful, peaceful, and warm.
That was probably how he viewed everything about his family.
But beneath this peaceful life, there was another "him."
Multiple personalities?
No, it would be more accurate to call it multiple jobs.
He was the conglomerate's "cleaner," the Black Glove who handled dirty work.
The first time he had killed someone, the company's legal team had helped him, and the company had thrown a huge amount of money at the case. In the end, it had been ruled excessive self-defense, and he had obtained forgiveness from the victim's family.
In the end, he had killed someone, yet he had been acquitted.
That had not been the beginning of his good fortune. It had been the beginning of his nightmare.
From then on, he began handling unsavory matters for the company.
His identity as the head of a Security Department not only provided him with certain conveniences during operations, but also allowed him to legally possess and use a handgun.
Federal Law required handguns to be kept in gun cases. In other words, people and guns had to be kept separate.
But with this identity and the license he had obtained, he could put the gun in a holster,