Lloyd and Lisa stepped into the Francis family home, the hum of conversation and faint clinking of glasses drawing them toward the living room.The luxurious cars outside had hinted at something unusual, even more so the tons of security guards that stood with those cars, but the sight that greeted them only deepened their confusion.Standing in the center of the room was Edgar Numa, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. His expression radiated smugness as he gestured animatedly, speaking to Lisa’s grandfather, John, and her parents, Harold and Eleanor.Around him were several other men, likely more his guards, stationed near the door.The table in the corner was laden with extravagant gifts... fine wines, golden trinkets, and even a sealed envelope that Lloyd assumed contained the promised contract.Lisa frowned, stepping forward. “What’s going on here?”The room fell silent as Edgar turned to face her, his smirk widening. “wow... I know we haven't met, but I just know you're Lisa”

Despite the relatively quiet day, Morty sat slumped in his chair, tense as ever, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. His eyes kept fixed on the clock on the wall.He was expecting a call from his father.It had been nearly a month since Larry Flanagan, the chief of police and a towering figure in Hilburg’s law enforcement, had left for a much-needed vacation.In his absence, Morty had been put in charge of the station... a task that should have been routine.But then, the break-in happened.A group of masked men had infiltrated the police station, evaded the security, and stolen evidence right from under Morty’s nose. Since that night, Morty had barely slept, the weight of his failure pressed on him like a boulder, and the looming call with his father only added to his anxiety.The phone on his desk buzzed, and Morty jumped, his heart pounding. He hesitated for a moment before picking up.“Morty” his father’s voice barked from the other end, deep and frightening.“Dad” Mor