FOUND

CHAPTER 139...FOUND

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THREE MONTHS LATER...

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Timothy sat at the head of the long, mahogany conference table, his tall frame towering over the rest of the room. The once vibrant and engaging space now felt cold and somber, mirroring his own demeanor. 

His normally warm blue eyes were now filled with a distant emptiness, as if a part of him had been lost into some endless pit without a trace.

The silence in the hall was deafening, broken only by his voice as he ordered the team gathered before him. Each word he spoke carried a weight, a sense of authority that demanded attention. But beneath his composed exterior, there was an air of vulnerability, one only him knew of. It was as if he was secretly crumbling under the weight of his own thoughts.