WHITNEY IS DEAD

The office was quiet, the only sound being the occasional shuffle of papers and the hum of the air conditioning. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the news I had received earlier pressing heavily on my mind. I had just received a call from Deputy Commissioner Joe, and the news he delivered was unsettling—Whitney, our head of security, had been found dead in Lake Utah. The circumstances surrounding her death were still unclear, but the implications were troubling.

I picked up the phone and dialed Oscar's number. He answered quickly, his voice steady as always. "Oscar, I need you in my office right away."

There was a brief pause before he responded, "Of course, President Gregory. I'll be there shortly."