Chapter 42: The Morning After – Recognition and New Challenges
The next morning, I walked into my office, dressed in my usual black suit, black dress shirt, and black leather gloves.
The moment I stepped in, the atmosphere in the detective agency shifted.
Everyone stared at me, some in awe, some in disbelief, and a few with pure admiration.
Whispers filled the air.
"He's the one who cracked the Cursed Manor case."
"I heard he took down an entire underground syndicate on his own."
"Is he even human?"
I ignored them all.
I never cared about fame—only the hunt.
As I made my way to my desk, my chief, Jonathan Reeves, stepped forward.
A sturdy man in his late 50s, dressed in a classic brown trench coat, with a grizzled beard and sharp blue eyes, he looked at me with pride.