Chapitre 72: Warning

Director Dos sat alone in his dimly lit office, the heavy scent of tobacco hanging in the air. His face was tense, his forehead creased with stress, and the ashtray in front of him was overflowing with cigarette butts, a testament to his anxiety. He crushed a half-burned cigarette into the pile, his fingers trembling slightly. The muffled sound of a clock ticking echoed through the room as he picked up his phone, his expression hardening with determination.

"Enough," he muttered under his breath. He had put off this call long enough. With a sigh, Director Dos dialed the number, his fingers moving swiftly over the keypad. As the phone rang, he felt a tightness in his chest, knowing that this conversation could be dangerous.

On the other end, Jack's phone buzzed. Seeing Director Dos's name on the screen, Jack's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting a call from someone so high up. His hand hovered over the phone for a moment before he answered.