The man behind the desk didn't look up. Not immediately.

He sat in a high-backed leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, a silver lighter in his hand. A cigarette burned between his fingers, unsmoked. His sharp-jawed profile was half in shadow.

Then his thumb moved. Once. Twice. A nervous flick of the lighter flame that revealed faint scars across his knuckles.

Standing, he was enormous. A suit jacket pulled taut over his shoulders. Dark hair, slightly messy, sharp green eyes that caught the low light.