As Evan entered the skyscraper, he was forced to see the faces of his incompetent employees.
The employees themselves looked down, shuffling their feet about in an attempt to get as little as possible. This was all done to stop them from being noticed by their distasteful boss, who had a habit of giving an earful to anyone who so much as glanced at him.
Entering his office, it was similar to the apartment wore a bare look, as any files or documents which Evan had (and there were many) were neatly put away in a uniform fashion in his drawers. The station on the outside appeared to be a solitary creature with each window covered head to toe in blinders. Evan preferred it this way as he did not have to see the faces of his employees.
He then sat down in his office chair (originally a folding chair, but PR complained and wouldn't get his back about it) as he always did, opening the drawer in his desk revealing a stack of documents while the internet was cheaper. He was also quite a stubborn man with, as you can imagine, just about the amount of secrets that most successful men ended up with if they truly were successful.
Evan believed that to be successful in life one must get his hands a tad bit dirty. This also led to his distrust of the internet and social media in general.
About to continue with his work, there was a knock on the door...
"It's me"
Sighing, Evan reluctantly said "Come in"
The door opened and the man entered. On first observation, it could be said that Jonathan Seller was the complete opposite of Evan Seller. He was a young, charismatic man who walked with purpose.
This was truly in stark contrast to Evan who, despite only being 32, had already started gaining a receding hairline and white hair as well as wrinkles in his eyes. Giving him the appearance of someone in his late forties.
"So what do you want?"
"It's about the reporter. The one who said she had damning information on us"
"Yes, what about her? I thought I told you to deal with it already" now frustrated at his brother's incompetence.
"Well, I looked into it and I think she's the real deal. Whatever information she has or may have may end up ruining this company."
Looking at his brother, he couldn't believe it what if they knew about the factories and the laundering. This situation had suddenly become much more real as whatever mood Evan was previously in was snapped as his cogs started whirring about ways that he could possibly get rid of her.
"Give me all the information you have on that woman and don't approach her again. I'll deal with it. Now go!"
Once Jonathan had left, Evan gathered his thoughts as he carefully, meticulously looked over the pages. This could be a nuclear situation and, if so, it needs to be contained.
After learning all he could from the pages, he got up and left for home. A plan had now formed in his mind.
Entering his home again, he made his way to the kitchen. Once again, he switched on the kettle, getting ready to make his pot noodles. Then...
Out of nowhere, a whirlwind appeared. This sudden appearance of the fire frightened Evan more so than any event in his life as he understandably wet his pants.
Not knowing what to do, just frozen in fear, he waited for the fire to stop. Begging for it to stop.
As the whirlwind died down, a girl with a white aura appeared from the flames. She was young, perhaps in her twenties. She was also brown and was about average height. She wore denim blue trousers and a short-sleeved navy blue top (she must quite like blue was Evans' immediate thought, as it seemed, after the fire, and the day he had there was nothing that could surprise him anymore).
Needless to say, standing in front of him was a ghost.