Arthur walked into his office the next morning, bleary-eyed and nursing a headache from the previous night's whiskey. The fluorescent lights seemed harsher than usual, and every sound pulled on his nerves.

His assistant, Clara, looked up from her desk. “Good morning, sir. Your 10 a.m. call with Mr. Hayes has been confirmed. Also, there’s an urgent package on your desk.”

Arthur froze. “Package? From who?”

Clara shook her head. “It was delivered anonymously this morning. Security ...