Mayor Thompson's Interference

The polished mahogany desk gleamed under the filtered sunlight, a testament to Mayor Thompson’s meticulous attention to appearances. He steepled his fingers, the manicured nails catching the light as he regarded Dr. Alistair Finch with an expression that was a carefully calibrated blend of concern and mild annoyance. The air in the mayor’s opulent office felt thick, not with the scent of lemon polish, but with a subtle, unspoken pressure.

“Dr. Finch,” Mayor Thompson began, his voice smooth as worn