Assistant Luobo hugged the documents and stood in front of the factory manager's office, took a deep breath, raised his hand to knock on the door when a low and indistinct voice preempted him from inside: "Come in, Luobo."
Luobo was not surprised by the manager's anticipatory response and slowly pushed the door open.
The office was dimly lit, although it was broad daylight, the curtains were all drawn.
A foul stench permeated the office, and a massive dark shadow writhed in front of the desk, emitting loud chewing sounds. Luobo knew that was his manager—Dark.
"Manager Dark," Luobo, enduring the stench, bowed to Dark and then closed the door and walked in, "There are new orders from above."
The giant shadow ceased its writhing, and then, a pale face lifted from below, the corners of the mouth stained with blood.
"Above?" Dark spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and muffled, as if he had something in his mouth he hadn't swallowed, "Which above? Bishop Weisen or..."
