Josiah
"Do you have any leads yet on our enemy?" I asked, shifting my eyes from the document in my hand to Agatha’s face. Her eyes looked tired, worn down by the same weight that had been crushing me for weeks now.
She let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging. “Nope. We only know he’s the one influencing our suppliers and orchestrating the chaos, but for two weeks now... no major problems.”
The office suddenly felt too cramped, the air thick with pressure. I sat back in my green velvet chair, trying to relax, but it did nothing to ease the tension. Agatha sat across from me, surrounded by towers of files. She looked like she hadn’t slept properly in days.
"Have you caught any scapegoat yet?" I pushed, even though I hated myself for asking. My voice betrayed the frustration simmering insid
