With his polished shoes clicking on the floor, Kingsley strides into his office.

The room as always, is spacious, with a faint aroma of leather and coffee, and sunlight streams in through the enormous windows.

He sets his briefcase down and removes his coat, folding it neatly on the back of his chair.

He remembers Liam's tentative smile and the hopeful gleam in his eyes, despite the fact that his registration at the new school had gone smoothly.

Hardy shows up at the doorway with a coffee mug and a folder.

His bright eyes are re always one step ahead, and his upbeat manner remains constant as ever.

"Good morning...