William tore through the stack of documents in front of him as his jaw clenched and his lips pulled into a thin, furious line.
The desk he sat behind was an antique mahogany piece that once symbolized power and control, but now felt like a crumbling fortress, barely able to hold his weight as he leaned over it.
A search warrant, stamped and sealed by a judge’s signature, stared back at him from the pile. His eyes scanned the words for the third time, his hands trembling as he gripped the edges of the paper. “To search all properties connected to Sterling Group…” The phrase alone was enough to make him slam his fist onto the desk.
The two guards standing near the entrance of the room flinched as William bellowed, his voice reverberating off the basement walls.
“Idiots! Useless, brainle
