ORLANDA'S hand froze mid air, the fork hovering just above the food as Oswald's voice commanded, "Stop."

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, fear pooling in her eyes. She didn't understand why he halted her, was he toying with her? Or was there something else?

Oswald's cold, calculated stare pierced through her, making her feel small and powerless. He took another step forward, the room shrinking under the weight of his presence.

"How did you get into my office?" He asked again, his voice low but dangerous, every word laced with suspicion.

She gasped, not expecting that at all.

"I have asked this question, and a series...