ISABELLA
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting slatted shadows across my cluttered desk.
I adjusted my glasses, the familiar weight grounding me as I delved deeper into my investigation of Lorenzo's.
I had left the house so early, annoyed at the fact that he hadn't come back since the last time he left.
Each click of the keyboard echoed my growing frustration. He hadn't returned home since last night, and my calls went unanswered.
The creak of the office door interrupted my thoughts. Two men entered, their tailored suits and composed demeanors contrasting sharply with the chaos in my mind. They stood silently, their presence imposing but I could tell where they came from just with a glance.
"Are you from the president?" I asked, breaking the silence.
One stepped forward, placing a sealed envelope on my desk without a response. I opened it, scanning the contents. A summons.
