Chapter 42   "Executive," said a low, baritone voice as soon as Adler opened the doors. Right in front of him was a full view of the rear of a towering leather office chair, on its arms, he could see someone's elbows resting on it, which he figured belonged to the man who spoke. He looked around and examined the entire office. It looked nothing different from his previous visit. It was still reeking off the scent of burned sandalwood, a scent that'd make his nose itch, a trait that he inherited from his mother. Everything was still had the same furniture, with each right on their spot. As if they were never moved at all.  "Chairman," he greeted back with a slight nod, and the swivel chair immediately turned. It revealed a man looking in his early 50s wi