I had opted to work from home, still feeling the weariness from the constant flights and restless nights. But it was not just the exhaustion. I wanted to be prepared—mentally and emotionally—for what was sure to come next: facing Senator Liam or Judge William. The weight of the situation lingered over me like a storm cloud that had yet to break.
I dialed Deputy Commissioner Joe's number, hoping to get some answers, but after several rings and no response, my patience began to fray. The irritation set in like a slow burn, and I tossed the phone onto my desk. Joe ignoring my calls was not a good sign. It was like every thread of control I had left was slowly slipping from my grasp.
