Kermit's POV
The incessant repetition of the same question grated against my nerves like nails on glass. Gia stood before my desk, her voice carrying that familiar edge of accusation that had become her trademark over the past few days.
"How did she manage to slip away?" The words tumbled from her lips with practiced frustration. "Yesterday was supposed to be her sentencing. Someone with serious influence had to have assisted her escape."
My fingers pressed against my temples, elbows planted firmly on the mahogany surface of my desk. The weight of leadership felt heavier than usual, compounded by conversations that led nowhere and solved nothing.
"You're targeting the wrong person, Gia. Not one of us has answers about her disappearance. This discussion serves no purpose anymore."
