It was a dark room, a lone table in the middle with two chairs sat idly by on either side. There was a fizzing dim light bulb above, swaying slightly which helped illuminate the darker corners of the room for a few brief moments. Sat in one chair was a man in his late 40s, his hair flecked with grey and his hand nursing a small glass which was a quarter full with whiskey. The room stank of deception, corruptions and lies. An empire of filth.