Jonathan Okoye leaned back in his creaky office chair, the title of Inspector General of Police for Macaulay Estate weighing heavily on his shoulders. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered desk strewn with case files, coffee-stained mugs, and a blinking computer monitor. He was listening to a recorded confession, a tinny voice crackling through his earbuds, delivered by a young woman desperate to free her brother from jail. The accusation: stealing a substantial sum from the estate’s coffers. The evidence: compelling, but Jonathan’s interest waned. His job demanded he care, but his heart wasn’t in it today.