Outside the Factory Gates:
Outside, standing just beyond the sleek metal gates of the factory, was Mr. Waters.
Despite his advanced age, the man stood tall, his expression impassive. Flanking him were two younger assistants in neatly pressed suits, their hands folded in front of them like well-trained bodyguards.
But what caught Ethan's attention the most, what truly intrigued him, was the small white bag clutched in Mr. Waters' hand.
Ethan slowed his steps, taking in the scene before finally flashing a mocking grin.
"Well, well, well… if it isn't the mighty Mr. Waters Aka Alex Butler, lurking around my factory like some common spy." He crossed his arms, his smirk widening.
"Should I call security, or do you actually have a reason for loitering at my gates?" Mr. Waters didn't flinch. Instead, he lifted the small bag ever so slightly, his voice as steady as ever.
"Ethan Carter," he said evenly, "do you know what you're really producing here?"
