69

At ten minutes past eleven in the morning, Leon sat in his office chair, leaning back against the black leather seat, one hand pressing his temple while his gaze was fixed on the computer screen. His face looked tired and grim.

A knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” he said flatly.

A man dressed in black entered and bowed slightly. “Sir, we received a new report from the eastern border. There’s a problem with the group that usually handles distribution. It seems an outside party is trying to take over that area.”

Leon let out a long sigh, then looked sharply at his subordinate. “A usual problem?” he...