Rick stood across the street, watching the twenty-story glass office building without moving.
From the outside, it looked like any other corporate tower in the city.
Clean.
Quiet.
Organized.
But Rick knew better.
There was nothing ordinary about this place.
Tan Sri Edward's name appeared on the top executive floor.
Rick pressed the small button on his wristwatch. A concealed micro-camera activated, recording every visible angle of the building in front of him.
Main entrance.
Emergency exit routes.
Security positions.
Camera placements.
Everything was captured.
Everything stored.
Everything analyzed.
He crossed the street slowly, like someone with nowhere important to be.
His steps were calm.
His eyes were not.
One security guard stood at the main entrance. Another remained seated at the reception desk inside the lobby.
Standard corporate protection.
Not high-value target protection.
Rick paused briefly near the building directory board.
Tan Sri Edward's office appeared on Level Twenty.
Executive Suite.
Private.
Restricted.
Rick allowed himself a small smile.
"Expected," he murmured quietly.
He walked into the building.
No one stopped him.
No one questioned him.
He was just another man in a dark shirt carrying a thin document file.
The elevator doors opened.
Rick stepped inside with two office workers.
Level Ten.
Level Fifteen.
Level Seventeen.
One by one, they exited.
Soon, he was alone.
Rick pressed Level Nineteen.
Not the target floor.
Not yet.
He stepped out calmly.
The corridor was quiet.
A camera in the left corner.
Another at the far right end.
Rick walked toward the window.
From there, the neighboring building was clearly visible.
A perfect angle overlooking Level Twenty.
He opened the thin file in his hands.
It wasn't a real document file.
Inside was a modified structural layout of the building he had prepared the night before.
Service routes.
Emergency stairwells.
Maintenance access points.
Everything was marked.
"Too easy," he said softly.
But Rick never trusted jobs that felt too easy.
He closed the file again.
His phone vibrated inside his pocket.
A message arrived.
No number.
No name.
Just one sentence.
Confirm schedule.
Rick didn't reply.
Instead, he walked toward the emergency staircase.
Down one level.
Level Twenty.
He pushed the stairwell door open carefully.
This corridor felt different.
Quieter.
Cleaner.
More exclusive.
Tan Sri Edward's executive suite stood at the far end.
Two additional cameras were installed near the entrance.
And a security officer stood nearby.
Rick simply walked past the area without stopping.
Like someone who had pressed the wrong elevator button.
But his eyes had already captured everything.
Camera angles.
Guard position.
Door distance.
Emergency exit timing.
Everything he needed.
Rick pressed the elevator button again.
Returned to the lobby.
Walked out of the building without anyone noticing him.
Outside, he stopped for a moment.
His hand slipped into his pocket.
He pulled out a small photograph.
Tan Sri Edward.
Rick stared at the image for a few seconds.
Then folded it again.
"Layer three," he said quietly.
This wasn't a random target.
This wasn't just another job.
And Tan Sri Edward—
was not the last name on the list
Rick know what to do yet.
Not to be rushed.
And he leave with smiled from the Tan Sri Edward Building.