Surveillance Team

In the grandiose study of the Conrad mansion, the Chairman sat at his ornate desk, a furrow of concern etched deeply into his brow. Before him lay a stack of documents, each one detailing the movements and activities of his wayward steward, Cosmos. With a heavy sigh, he reached for the phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed the number of his most trusted confidant—the private spy he had tasked with monitoring Cosmos' every move.

"Wilson, it's Chairman Conrad," he said, his voice grave as he waited for the call to connect. "I need an update on Cosmos. What have you discovered?"

On the other end of the line, Wilson's voice crackled with static as he relayed the latest findings of his surveillance operation. "Sir, we've tracked Cosmos to a remote location on the outskirts of the city," he reported, his tone urgent. "It appears that he's meeting with an unknown individual, but we haven't been able to get close enough to identify them."

The Chairman's jaw clenched with frustrat