He had been ambushed again, and that only made him more resolute.
"The bureau? How can that work? Look, Chief Tax Officer, I have a room at my house, why not come to my place instead?"
"I have a room at my place too; you're welcome to come if you don't mind. It's safer for everyone to look out for each other."
"..."
The team members each extended an invitation.
"No need, I'll just stay at the bureau. It's just for one night anyway!"
Seeing David so determined, no one insisted further; they simply told him to contact them if he needed anything and then they all left.
The next morning.
Waking up in his office, David's first call was to a real estate company, to look for a residence close to the Lake District National Tax Bureau.
Then he arrived at the Director's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
