TWO days later, Oswald was back at work, as if the past weeks had been nothing but a fleeting shadow in his life.

Seated behind his massive glass desk, he worked relentlessly, signing documents, scanning reports, and issuing orders like a well-oiled machine. He was focused, unshaken, and detached, just as he had always been.

His phone buzzed. He ignored it. Another one. And another. He glanced at the caller ID. His mother. Again.

Oswald exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as he returned his focus to the documents in front of him. He had made his point.

No calls.

No texts.

No emails.

He didn't care.

His family and every...