A Week Later
Michael sat at his desk, tapping his pen against a stack of reports, waiting for the inevitable. The PCC had been silent for days, and he knew that wasn't a good sign. When Juliet entered the room, two envelopes in hand, he didn't need to ask. He already knew what was coming.
"They've summoned you," she said, her tone neutral but firm. "The PCC and the Senate both want to see you."
Michael nodded, his face showing no surprise. He took the first envelope from her and opened it, reading the neatly typed letter from the Philippine Competition Commission.
