Eric Lance stared at him for two seconds before he walked into the house with the two women behind him.
The living room had a dim, moody atmosphere, with soft lighting casting shadows across the space.
The gray walls and matching gray furniture deepened the room's dark tone.
The women dropped the trays on the table and left the room almost immediately.
Eric then walked towards the master bedroom. He knocked twice before he pushed the door open and stepped in.
The master bedroom too was dimly lit as well, with the scent of polished mahogany and aged leather filling the air.
Jett Adler sat behind his desk, his suit jacket draped on the chair behind him while he had the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up.
His sharp, facial features were half-hidden by the flickering light in the fireplace.
He had his piercing eyes pinned on the six frames containing live videos of the elderly men he was in a conference call with.