"Everything feels like a dead end."
The lamp on Damien’s desk cast a weak golden halo over the scattered papers, maps, and electronic tablets. The estate’s office, usually pristine, now resembled the aftermath of a storm. Folders half open, sticky notes curling at the corners, and half-empty coffee mugs left like forgotten sentinels across the polished mahogany.
Outside the window, the night stretched black and silent, a void that pressed against the glass and seemed to mock him with its stillness.
"f**k this!"
Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off the throbbing headache forming behind his eyes.
Every lead he had chased tonight had unraveled like cheap thread. Valcov’s associates had vanished into the shadows, the digital trails evaporated, and even the whispers f
