Chapter 47: Relax.

The tension in the room was palpable. The long mahogany table, usually a symbol of unity and strength, now served as a barrier between opposing viewpoints. General Muerte sat at the head, his expression stern and contemplative. Around him were the key members of the Germinal Organization’s board, each with their concerns and suspicions about the recent disappearance of Alyssa.

The dim lighting and the muted hum of the air conditioning did little to alleviate the heavy atmosphere. The board members exchanged glances, some wary, others resolute. The stakes were high, and any misstep could lead to disastrous consequences.

General Muerte broke the silence, his voice steady and authoritative. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to address a critical issue. Alyssa, Commander Hila’s sister, is missing. This incident has the potential to destabilize our operations if not handled with the utmost discretion.”

Colonel Graves, a grizzled veteran with a reputation for bluntness, leaned forward. “Ge