"Hey, it's me, Jack," Jack said while tapping on the middle-aged man's shoulders.
"Sir, I was just calling you." The middle-aged man first looked at Jack from head to toe, then smiled in relief.
Jack, dressed in an immaculate white overcoat paired with a matching white suit, pants, and shirt, complemented by a coffee-colored tie and shoes, looked like something straight out of a fairy tale—a strikingly elegant, white-clad male version of Cinderella.
"Alright, Stop staring at me; you're giving me the creeps," Jack said, then walked towards the building while his Rolls-Royce and Black Van followed him to the garage.
The security in the building came to Jack with a smile; Jack grabbed a bunch of 2K INR from his pocket and gave them.
"Sir?" The security of the building was astonished to receive 32K INR in cash.
"Help them out. There's a lot of cable; don't miss anything down here. I'll be upstairs." Jack pointed at the 7 Black vans and said.