The forty-year-old, black-suited Will Hart sat behind his desk in the mayor's office of the parliament building. The gold-rimmed glasses he wore gave him a gentle and elite aura. He furrowed his brows slightly and put his phone down when he heard the busy tone again and revealed a sour expression.
His secretary, Jenn Favier, asked solemnly after seeing Will's sour expression, "Did they not answer the call, Mr. Hart?"
Will did not answer Jenn and just stared at the screen on his desk dejectedly. It had the crimes of Osmond Martindale, the special economic zone's police captain, displayed on it right now. The shocking evidence made Will's expression turn harsher. Osmond had accepted bribes, committed rape, and even engaged in child abuse. This really infuriated Will a lot.
Slam!
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