Henry Lambton

The ticking of the clock, a nervous, but at the same time calm silence and atmosphere reigned in the office, footsteps were heard outside the office door, the door to the office opened A man comes in wearing a tuxedo and with a scar on his eye, white hair, a serious look, what could be scarier? Sitting down, he says: “—Well, tell me, Milady/Mister, what did you see next to that man with grey hair and a camera?”