"They call themselves 'Players'"

In the spacious office, two people sat facing each other across an oak table. Steaming black tea emitted white smoke, and the exquisite pastries on the table looked delicious. However, neither the tea nor the pastries had been touched.

Jonathan stared at Felipe without saying a word, making Felipe feel uneasy.

"Go ahead. What did you come to see me for?" Prompted by the voice in his earpiece, Felipe spoke up.

"Nothing much, just wanted to come and sit for a while." Jonathan leaned back in his chair, picked up the teacup, swirled the tea, and then took a bite of a pastry. The pastry was so sweet that he had to drink two sips of tea to suppress the overwhelming sweetness.

Felipe's eyebrows twitched, thinking that Jonathan had something to discuss. However, Jonathan wasn't playing by the rules.