Emmanuel Briggs sat alone in his office, the city lights pouring through the glass behind him, casting a faint glow across stacks of case files.
His phone was pressed to his ear, his voice almost relaxed for the first time in weeks.
“Yes… yes… that’s exactly the outcome we projected,” he said, smiling to himself. He leaned back, his chair creaking softly. “Good job. I not only see the good work of your hands,” he added with a satisfied laugh, “I can feel it.”
When he ended the call, he tossed his pen in the air lightly, catching it with a grin, muttering sarcasm under his breath. “Let’s see how the mighty Augustine dynasty crawls out of this one.”
The tone in his voice carried a kind of quiet vengeance, a satisfaction he rarely allowed himself to show publicly. Only he knew how much
