Gonzalo
I sit in my office, staring blankly at the screens in front of me, each one a testament to another day spent chasing shadows.
Selena's trail has gone cold, and every minute of fruitless searching only deepens my frustration. I can feel the pressure mounting, and my thoughts spiral back to Isabella.
I feel as though I've failed her, failed her family, by not exacting the revenge I promised. The burden of that failure presses on me like a lead weight.
Earlier today, during a routine meeting with my subordinates, I lost control. I remember the sound of my own voice, harsh and unforgiving, as I berated them for missing even the smallest detail that might have led to a breakthrough.
"How many times must I tell you?" I shouted, slamming my fist on the conference table. "Every missed clue, every oversight, it's all costing us dearly! Are you even trying to find her, or are you content to let our enemies get the better of us?"
Silence fell over the room.
