Director Sanchez slumped into his chair, exhausted from the relentless demands of the day. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow across the room. He longed for the warmth of natural light, but the only source came from a narrow window to his left. The sun beat down on the glass, creating a prism of color that danced across the walls. The warm glow illuminated the polished surface of his mahogany desk, casting a reflection that glimmered like liquid gold.
He picked up the newspaper from his desk, reading the article for the second time. His head swiveled from side to side, like a solar toy on the dashboard of a car. He groaned as he stared at the photograph of three women and a dog, or more precisely, two women, a headless body and a dog. “I should have be
