Chestnut-colored hair clumsily hangs over his forehead, pristine face. Lazy brown eyes were bewitching. Kissable lips and wedge nose, a smirk of his lips could leave a pleasant memory of his fortunate looks.
This was the face of Arsh Morgan, a true challenger among giants. He had the looks of whimsical.
There's something seductive about him, perhaps it's his mysteriousness behind his laziness. But nonetheless, people tend to admire him from afar even while he is at arm's length.
Only a few knew he was in central intelligence who catches the big fishes who try to arm the country in any way. It might be socio-economical, foreign trade, political freedom, information and technology, and natural resources.
He was the little yet big hand in catching the scams in the name of playtime. Fetching any information about the country was played at the tips of fingers including the black markets.
