Chapter 15: The Treaty is Broken
The top floor of the Tower was quiet and still. George Agnew's office felt like a command center high above the city, surrounded by glass, steel, and a sense of deep authority. The room was large but filled with purpose. Everything inside told stories of power and history.... Both the old globe in the corner and the shelves of rare books and secret files
Sunlight shone through the tall windows, lighting a thick rug under a big oak desk. The desk was neat and held only a sleek computer screen, a plain black folder, and a bottle of whiskey with a glass that still held a measure of it.
George stood behind the desk, tall and calm, with his fingers pressed together in thought. His dark suit had a faint gold line down the side, and even without speaking, he gave off a strong, quiet authority, the kind that didn't need to shout to be obeyed.
A knock at the door broke the stillness.
George didn't turn.
"Yes?"
The door eased open and David walked in, carrying a slim folder with the color of ash. His walk was quiet and measured, betraying none of the storms he often swam through to gather intel. His grey suit blended into the shadows of the room as if he belonged to them.
"I have what you asked for," David said and offered the folder.
George finally turned, took the file, and gestured silently for him to sit. David remained standing.
"You've been thorough?" George asked while his eyes were already scanning the first page.
"As always," David replied. "His name is Alexander Stone. Age: 25. Currently unemployed. He has a sister, Emma Stone. Mother: Sandra Stone, she deserted them, when they were kids. Father: John Stone. Deceased. Died from a heart attack.