"Sean, I know you are listening," Sia's voice echoed through the master study's speakers, trembling with raw, undeniable confrontation. "Did you sign the order that killed my father?"
Sean stood frozen in front of his glowing desk terminal, the silence in the room heavy enough to crush a man's chest. He did not press the response key, his dark eyes locked onto the digital document displaying his own past signature on the execution warrant.
Gumay stood two paces behind him, his tactical helmet held under his arm, his expression completely unreadable as he observed his master's rigid posture.
"Do not answer that transmission, Sir," Gumay advised softly, his tone flat and cautious. "The internal lines are still being swept for lingering secondary taps from the east wing."
Sean slowly
