An elevator

The guard, clad in a sleek black suit, enters the spacious office of Politician Troy. The room is adorned with modern furniture and the scent of lavender air freshener. Sunlight streams through the large, glass windows, casting warm, mellow hues on the walls of Frame of his photos which hold the history of the years of his political journey. The desk, where Politician Troy is sitting, rapping his fingers and meticulously reviewing trust fund files, is one of the best art of world-famous woodwork artisans. It bears the weight of the history of his significant path and a gleaming nameplate that read "Troy Stanley"

The guard, respectful and composed, approaches Troy with a deep bow. His black-gloved hands folded behind his body, holding a small device.

" President Troy! The Device, we found next to Politician Kiley's dead body has started ringing!"

" This wristwatch size device? I thought it was her some stupid time-passing toy!"

Politician Troy's eyes narrow as he glances at the wrist