Vincent strode into the Governor's office, his face set in a stony expression. His visit was unannounced, but as always, his presence commanded attention. The assistant at the front desk rose to greet him, his nervousness palpable.
"Good afternoon, Your Grace. How can I assist you today?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly.
"I'm here to see Mr. Thatcher," Vincent replied curtly, his gaze cold and unwavering. He did not have time for ideal chit-chat.
The assistant hesitated before responding, "I'm afraid Mr. Thatcher is not in today, Your Grace. He took a day off as he is feeling quite unwell." When Vincent entered any space with the brows drawn so close everyone feared for their life.
Vincent's sharp gaze narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. There was a pause, thick with unspoken questions. Something felt off.
