"Father, your men failed. They're all a bunch of incompetent fools."
Rhoda's voice cut sharply through the quiet office as she stormed in without waiting to be invited.
David Devereaux raised his head from the documents spread across his desk, his weary and tired expression turning dark. The soft light from the desk lamp reflected against his glasses as he removed them.
His study carried the heavy vibes of wealth: dark wooden shelves lined with books and files, the scent of aged paper lingering in the air, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city of Jibot below.
"What do you mean they failed?" David asked. "Didn't they report they already had a breakthrough?"
"They lied, Dad." Rhoda paced angrily in front of the desk, one hand buried in her hair. "They couldn't get the evidence we need to win tomorrow."
David's brows furrowed deeply.
