The meeting

Rey lay on the bed, shirtless. He had his arms folded at the back of his head as he stared at the ceiling of the dark bedroom. The room was designed with fine dark wood, just the way Rey loved it. It would give anyone who came into it a chilly feeling. He was lost in his thoughts as he just stared into space without even blinking.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He averted his gaze to look at the door.

"Come in." He said. The door was pushed open and Charlie walked in.

"Boss." He greeted them with a slight bow.

"Speak," Rey ordered, sitting up to look at Charlie properly.

"The job has been done," Charlie revealed. Rey nodded his head.

"Good." He stated. That was supposed to be good news but he still didn't look satisfied. He lay back on the bed, resuming his staring competition with the ceiling. After some minutes, he turned again to see Charlie still standing there.

"What? Is there something else?" He asked.

"Not at all boss, I was waiting for an order from you,