David sat in the Chief's office, sunk into the soft chair, surrounded by the warmth of a well-furnished room.
Yet there was no comfort in it. His throat tightened as if invisible hands were choking him, and the suffocating weight refused to leave.
He was now the chief officially after the main branch assign him in this position and he passed the two weeks probation.
A knock came at the door. "Open," he said.
The door creaked wide, revealing Maria and Dylan stepping inside. Their faces were pale and uneasy, like flowers shriveling under frost.
Truth be told, after meeting the Velstraths himself, David shared that very expression.
"What happened yesterday that kept the two of you from reporting immediately?" His fingers tapped against each other atop the desk, his gaze sharp.
Maria hesitated. "That's… David, I mean, Chief—"
