I walk out of Castello's office feeling utterly stupid. To be more specific, a failure. Castello's folder, which he gave me a few weeks ago, is still in my bottom drawer, hidden beneath my clothes.
I thought it was a brilliant idea to approach this mission blindly. I was hesitant to study his file in the hopes of judging him based on the facts provided to me only.
For some odd reason, I wanted to judge him objectively, based on my own experience.
I am curious about what makes him tick, and the last thing I want is for him to question how I have gathered so much information about him.
I mean, yeah.
His backstory can be found on any search engine if one is truly committed to doing a deep dive and getting to know him better than he believes he does. However, as my mother alw
