Moriarty and Honorable Soul

"I gave them your phone number." Daniel Greedforth bowed humbly in front of his high-class client.

"Right." Moriarty sat on a luxurious chair while looking at the bright fireplace. He had a pocket watch in one hand and a glass of soda in the other.

As he finished drinking, he checked the time and then pocketed the pocket watch.

Daniel bowed farewell, taking that as a signal for him to leave, and then left the room.

Once the door closed after his departure, Moriarty stood up from the chair and walked over to the frost-covered window.

He looked at his faint reflection on the hard-to-see window, straightened his sleeves, and buttoned up the buttons on his vest.

After that, the corners of his lips curled into a small smile, and he then walked to one of the glass shelves.

It had framed pictures of his family members and trophies of various sports achievements. In the middle of all that, there was a golden VR headset, as if it were painted.