The most eye-catching thing is the huge map of Illiguo on the wall behind the desk, marked with various colored pins and lines denoting the control zones of different factions.
"Sit." Duke motioned for the two to sit on the sofa while he pulled over a chair and sat opposite, "Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?"
"Tea would be fine, thank you," said Song Heping.
Duke pressed the intercom on the desk: "Three cups of black tea, please."
During the brief wait for the tea, no one spoke first.
The atmosphere in the office was subtle and tense.
Samir could sense that, although Duke appeared courteous today, the politician-like enthusiasm from previous meetings had faded, replaced by a soldier's unique calmness and vigilance.
