Samuel stepped into his office, the familiar scent of polished wood and faint traces of cologne grounding him in the moment. He sank into his chair, the leather cool against his skin, and let out a heavy sigh.
The events of the past few days loomed over him like dark clouds. He picked up the phone and dialed Timmy's number, his heart racing slightly at the thought of what news awaited him.
"Timmy! Get in here!" he called, his voice cutting through the quiet of the office.
Moments later, Timmy rushed in, his expression a mix of urgency and concern. "You called, sir?" he said, his breath a bit labored as he leaned against the doorframe. Samuel noted the way Timmy's brow was slightly damp, evidence of his quick sprint to the office.
"What's the update on Walter Cain's case? What's the latest on the charges?" Samuel asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
