Inside the police precinct, the place buzzed with its usual chaos—officers bringing in fender benders, ticketing jaywalkers, and booking petty criminals. The scent of coffee and donuts filled the air, and the hum of chatter and occasional laughter created a deceptive sense of normalcy. But inside the highest office, normalcy had no place.
"Olivia, I'm telling you—you can't go there. I forbid you from going. If you do, you'll be suspended until further notice," the precinct commander, Mark, said, his voice sharp with authority.
Olivia, standing rigidly before him, crossed her arms. "Well, sir, I'm sorry to say this, but I don't report to you. I report to the deputy chief—and only him. Now, if you'll excuse me," she said, turning towards the door, her voice steady despite the fury building inside her.
