At the ANOX Company, Kalon sat in her office chair, one hand resting against her temple as she massaged it calmly while listening to her secretary's report. She paused for a second when she heard a knock on the door.
Without opening her eyes, she calmly said, "Come in."
The door opened, and the sound of heels clicking against the floor echoed softly through the office until the person stopped in front of her desk.
"Hello, Madam," the female voice greeted professionally.
"Mmmh," Kalon replied absentmindedly.
"Madam, there is a man outside claiming to be Frank Waskin. He says he wants to see you," the woman reported professionally.
Kalon immediately stopped massaging her temple. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her.
"You said who is here again?" she asked calmly.
"He said his name is Frank Waskin," the secretary repeated.
