"Tommy, I know you've done a lot for this territory, but I need an explanation for what happened today."
Tommy, who had slept until four in the afternoon, sobered up instantly when he stepped outside and saw the row of heads in the square. A cold sweat broke out all over him.
'Wait, what? What's going on? How did a whole group of my men end up dead after I took a nap?'
'Is Henry dissatisfied with my performance as Civil Servant?'
Now, Tommy stood in Henry's study, looking at Henry's calm expression, feeling incredibly anxious.
The air in the study seemed to have frozen. The only sound was the crackling of firewood in the hearth.
Henry said nothing more, just quietly watching Tommy. His gaze held no anger, no blame.
But it was this very silence that put Tommy under unprecedented pressure. He would have preferred Henry to shout at or punish him; this quiet calm was far more terrifying.
