The rich aroma of roasted beans and fresh pastries lingered in the air of a small café tucked into a quieter corner of the city.
Sunlight filtered through the window beside Rex, who sat near the window, one leg lazily crossed over the other, fingers drumming the table rhythmically.
Taking the documents from Victor, he casually opened, but just after scanning the first page, his fingers stilled. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Interesting."
Victor nodded knowingly, "In this file is the basic information you asked for." He said, pausing, before continuing, his voice a bit low, "Whitmore family background, assets, investments—official and… not-so-official."
"Due to time constraints, this is all we could find. If you give us just a bit more time, we'll find much more than this," Victor added.
