"It has a metaphysical root?"

The knock on the door came again. That would be the third time. Alves was caught up in the middle of something, but the intrusion of the knock on the door would not allow him the luxury of concentration.

He picked up the remote control and punched one of the many buttons. The door clicked open then was pushed open. Walking through the door into the master bedroom was Villian. He had a straight fact as usual, but there was a certain urgency crawling up his face and idling in the corners of his eyes.

Alves couldn't ignore the gait and facial reaction of the man who had just entered, but then he allowed himself to draw a quick closure on what was right before him.

"If you are busy boss, just say the words. I'll be back when you are free."

Villian said as soon as he lifted his head from the bow. That was enough reason for Alves to put aside what he was doing. He looked up quickly at Villian.

"Did you make any findings?"

He asked, reaching out to an envelope which was on the left side