Dylan sat in his synthetic leather chair in his private office, located on one of the mid floors of a skyscraper in the Upper Zone of that planet, a little put off at not being at home, but he knew that in a moment like this, handling a task like this, it would be far better for him to be there in person than to deal with it remotely.
The room was lit by a cold, bluish light, coming from the multiple holographic panels floating around him.
Dylan, even though he no longer had as good a relationship with his parents as he once had, was still the heir to a family that had made its fortune in the information security and private surveillance sector.
In the real world, his resources were superior to those of the vast majority of heirs when it came to this kind of work, even compared to families much bigger than his, in this respect he was still ahead, and he was using every bit of that advantage to carry out the task Bella and Halon had assigned him.
