OSWALD leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. His patience was already wearing thin from Vincenzo's earlier call, and now, another disruption.

Nathan walked into the office, his usual composed demeanor intact, but Oswald could sense the hint of amusement behind his serious expression. Nathan was never one to gossip, but something told Oswald he was about to hear more about the mess Queen had caused.

Without looking up from the document in his hand, Oswald asked, "What is the latest?"

Nathan stood before the desk, his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight slightly.

"Nothing major. Just the dust Queen...