The air in Julian’s office hung heavy, thick with suspicion and unspoken accusations. The interrogation of Davies had yielded nothing concrete, but the lingering sense of betrayal remained, clinging to the walls like a suffocating fog. Now, left alone with Mary, Julian felt a different kind of unease, a profound sense of disappointment.
He had always trusted Mary, valued her loyalty and her unwavering integrity. She was one of the few people in his life he genuinely believed in, someone who possessed a moral compass that pointed true, regardless of the circumstances. The possibility that she might be involved in this breach of confidentiality, however remote, was deeply unsettling. But he knew in his heart that she didn’t do it, he just needed her to feel safe.
"Thank you, Mary," he said
