Prologue:
The phone rang in his ear as he tapped his well manicured nails against his tan marble countertop. "Pick up." he whispered the order.
"Hello? Rido?" A voice answered.
Zero frooze. The voice was female. "Rido? Babe, I thought you were going to be in meetings all day."
"Who is this?" Zero asked.
"..." he was met by silence.
"How do you know my husband?" he asked.
"What? Rido is your husband!?"