Chapter 105 The Confrontation

• Henry Cole was sixty-five, showing the demeanor of someone who had seen it all and had no time for trivialities. His graying hair was meticulously combed back, his tailored suit was impeccable, and his wire-rimmed glasses perched sternly on the bridge of his nose, making him look both scary and unreadable. Years of experience lined his face, but there was also a sharpness in his eyes that suggested a man who brooked no nonsense.
• Brandon knocked gently on the door and was promptly ushered in. Henry was seated behind his desk, surrounded by neatly stacked files and several screens displaying complex data streams. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up from his work.
• “What is it?” Henry’s voice was brusque, a man not used to having his time wasted.