The atmosphere in the room was thick enough to choke on. Violet Ross stood by the window, her fingers twitching with a suppressed urge to speak. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Ambrose Ward had already issued a formal censure, a mark that should have been indelible, yet Victor Sinclair was waving it away with a casual flick of his wrist.
It was more than just a disagreement over protocol; it was a public execution of Ambrose Ward’s authority. By being so lenient, wasn't Victor Sinclair effectively slapping the face of his own second-in-command?
Moreover, as the Lead of the Joint Task Force, Victor’s primary duty was to protect the integrity of the mission and the people who fought for it. Instead, he was coddling the very man who had been caught red-handed spying on them. To Vi
