Lucas
I stayed silent as I was riding to the downtown federal building, I stared out the window, my jaw tight. We finally stepped out of the car and I was led inside the building and towards an office which we stopped in front of an office.
The door opened and we stepped into the room, there was a man behind the desk was older, probably in his late sixties.
"Mr. Black," he said, "I'm Director Evans, please, have a seat." He gestured to a leather chair that looked both expensive and uncomfortable.
I ignored it, striding forward until I could plant my hands on the polished surface of his desk, leaning my weight onto them."I'll stand. Now, I want an explanation. Why is there a sudden, baseless assault on my company without so much as a formal inquiry or a phone call? My head of securi
