The tension in Aldo's study hung thick in the air as Marco, his loyal right-hand man, entered the room. The lines of exhaustion etched deep into his face, reflecting the grueling search for Sarah that had yielded no results. He hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to deliver the disappointing report.
Aldo's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Marco, what news do you bring?" he demanded, his voice tinged with anticipation and frustration.
Marco's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "Boss, we've searched high and low, but there's no sign of Miss Etoundi. It's as if she's vanished without a trace."
Aldo's face contorted with a mixture of anger and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, the veins pulsating in his temples. The weight of his emotions became too much to
