The Day of the Incident
#Ascension Foundation Office
“Tsk! An emergency meeting at this hour and in this rain?” Yonas Cohen, a tall man of five and eleven with tanned skin, long black back-brushed hair, black eyes, a long and sharp nose, a clean shaved face, excitingly classy looks, and mannerisms in his late thirties, said in an unhappy voice. He was on the way home when the Ascension Foundation President called him for this urgent meeting.
“Is it about?” He remembered seeing ambulances and police cars on his way here. He wondered what it was.
“Tsk! It must be that immature fucking piece of shit!” He growled and gnashed his teeth.