In the afternoon, having finished today's paperwork, Aiden leaned back in his chair, reached for the letters that had been taken out from the warden's mailbox on the corner of his desk, and started to peruse each one by one.
As usual, nearly all the letters came from the relatives of inmates—pleading for mercy, praising them, making requests... Aiden went through each one, and then a particular letter caught his eye.
An exceptionally thick envelope, almost as if it were stuffed with a stack of money.
No, it was very likely stuffed with a stack of money.
Aiden sighed. The autonomous state prisons had extensive autonomy, and the wardens had considerable authority within their own prisons. It would have been strange if nobody tried to bribe him while he held that position.
