The round glass with whiskey and ice went around the glass when a man in a dark room made round movement with his hand. 
He had just finished a conversation with one of his own men who stayed away in Jorvik. He himself had his office at sea, far from land, and the office was not to locate themselves on a lake map. Many ships and other smaller vehicles always got lost out here. He looked straight into the small oval room.

He sat at his big, black desk in oak, which was manufactured sometime far back in the 1940s. In front of him stood two black skin armchairs opposite the desk and in the middle of the room, lay on an oval rug that covered most of the floor. The only window that was in the room, was what lay behind his own office armchairs. You could not see much from the window except a large circular platform with a large headlamp light in pink. The pink glow was sealed behind thick glass headlamp, the pink light had no way to get out. The light was alive and survived on life.

It was not so long ago, he had placed the pandora light against Jorvik and it had created huge cracks with pink glow around and feeding on plants, animals and even human energy. But the evil was not prolonged until the little girl had closed all the cracks with a redesigned cleaner and after that the cracks were closed, Jorvik came back to life. He drank the last of the whiskey and set the glass down hard against the desk. 
Now that would be the end of it!

A light knock sounded on the door. 
- "Yes, come in!" He muttered low and a tall man with a black suit came in and stood in front of his desk. 
- "Our spy from Jorvik just called and told me that all the men including Charles has got amnesia. A bright light from Aiden's patrons have erased their memories!" Began the man. 
The manager stood up quickly and beat his fists on the table. The man in the dark suit did not flinch. 
- "What the hell, what happened to the young bastards then?" He growled! 
- "They have escaped without any serious injuries. Mission failed!" The manager sat down in his black office armchairs and spun around on it and looked out the window at Pandora pink light. 
- "Call Claire" he said shortly. The man behind him bowed and left the room.

He needed to put an end to her. She just meant a lot of trouble for him and he would end her once and for all. 
But this time, he would be cunning. He laughed softly to himself and spun around to the desk again. Without knocking, Claire steps into his office. 
A robust woman in a dark office outfit, a white shirt with a black tie and black khakis came into the room. She stood in front of the desk. 
The manager took out a pen and paper and wrote down a recipe to her and gave her the note. 
- "Make sure to get this done and give it to Mr. Kembell and his men." Claire received the note and looked at it for a long while. 
- "Are you sure about this?" She wondered. He nodded. - "I can finish it tonight so I'll take me directly to the mainland." She said and left the room. 

The manager leaned back and put his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling with a smile. He laughed. 
- "You wait, Emma, Your life will be a distant memory soon." He smiled and his laugh echoed through mortification that lay far out at sea, in the mists.