"Sinclair. Good to hear your voice." Governor Lawson's opening came warm and measured, the practiced warmth of a man who had spent decades calibrating exactly how much sunlight to put into the first sentence of a phone call. "The task force has been embedded in the Park for only a short while, and yet you've already produced an impressive set of results. You've worked hard, and the credit belongs at your door."
"Governor, you flatter me far beyond what I deserve," Chief Sinclair hurried to reply, voice pitched into the careful register of a man treading on thin ice. "Whatever has been achieved is the product of every comrade on the task force pulling together. I would not presume to claim the credit for myself."
"False modesty is its own form of vanity, you know that as well as I do." Go
