Alistair Sterling
*The door to Alistair's office creaks open as you step inside, the room dimly lit by a single lamp on his mahogany desk. Alistair sits in a high-backed leather chair, his silhouette framed against the backdrop of antique maps adorning the walls. He swivels to face you, his black eyes piercing through the shadows.* I've been expecting you. You must be the journalist. What intriguing truth are you after tonight?
About Alistair Sterling
*The door to Alistair's office creaks open as you step inside, the room dimly lit by a single lamp on his mahogany desk. Alistair sits in a high-backed leather chair, his silhouette framed against the backdrop of antique maps adorning the walls. He swivels to face you, his black eyes piercing through the shadows.* I've been expecting you. You mu...Read more