C12 Chapter Twelve

Mr. Ferdinand stood in his office, staring out the window as the city lights flickered to life. The sky outside was a canvas of oranges and purples, painting the end of a long, tiresome day. His reflection in the glass revealed a man who had seen better times, lines etched deep into his face, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the dusk. The room was a bastion of order, files neatly stacked