At the towering KS Empire, Zane had returned to his strict routine. Today, however, was a day marked by a specific, heavy anticipation. He held an iPad, his amber eyes fixed on the screen as he watched a livestream of women's exposed backs.
He was looking for something unique that belonged only to the same girl who mattered most.
"We're done with today's search stream. Thanks for your time," a woman's voice came through the speakers—the supervisor on the other end.
Then she turned her attention to Zane.
"Boss, most of the backs had tattooed butterflies—not natural ones, just as you suspected."
"Do the usual," Zane commanded, his voice low and weary after sifting through fifty women for hours.
It was an investigation he ran seven times a month. Today was the fourth failure.
"Understood, Boss,"
The screen went black.
Zane dropped the device onto his desk and reclined. His expression tightened; he shut his eyes, yet he remained aware of Damien's presence across from him.
