Chapter 39 The Masked Man

• (THE MASKED MAN)
• In the dimly lit office, Fredrick Winfield sat behind his grand mahogany desk, wisps of smoke whirling around him like a sindon. His tailored black suit reflected an aura of authority, while his creased face conveyed the marks of a life lived on violence and the never-ending quest for power and revenge.
• With a fat cigar clenched in-between his fingers, his eyes roamed the room with a steely look. His keen eyes portrayed him to be a man who was always calculating and strategizing.