CHAPTER 56
Foden sat in the dimly lit room, his back straight against the uncomfortable metal chair. The walls around him were painted a dull gray, the kind of gray that seemed to absorb all the energy and hope from a person. It was the kind of place designed to make someone feel small, to remind them that they were at the mercy of the powers that be. And right now, Foden was keenly aware of just how precarious his position was.
The door opened with a loud creak, and in walked Mr. Harris, his superior—a man who had been in this line of work far too long to entertain any nonsense. His face was stern, his eyes sharp like a hawk's as they bore into Foden. There was no room for warmth or camaraderie here. This was a formal inquiry, and the stakes were high.
"Foden," Mr. Harris began, his vo
