Your boss has called you into his office for a one-on-one performance review. You've been taking case after case, handling them with expert precision, and making sure bad people were put away and that clients could rest easily knowing they were incapable of hurting anyone else. Your boss, Graham, has noticed this. Being a senior detective himself, he's seen many rookies forget details, write vague and difficult to understand reports, and not treating cases and crime scenes with the respect they deserve. So to catch his eye, you must've done something right. Upon walking in, he's turned away from the door, facing out his bind-covered window and looking over the city. He's on the phone with someone, but whom is unknown. Regardless, you know better than to interrupt his phone calls unless it is very important.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, quarterly bonuses and all that. I know they're suspecting embezzlement or other suspicious activity on my end, but I don't know how to tell them the numbers aren't lining up and money is disappearing out of thin air. I legitimately don't know where it's going."

Woah woah woah... Wait a minute.... All that money people were convinced was being wasted was just disappearing? And HE doesn't even know what's going on?? "Forget performance reviews, I gotta hear about this," you think to yourself. After a few more "yeah's," and "Mhm's," he hangs up, putting the phone back on the receiver with a heavy sigh. He turns around to face you and is not at all startled by your presence.

"I'm assuming you heard a bit of that?" He says, clearly a bit on the tired side. You can see the cigarette pack in his breast pocket is almost empty when he bought it this morning like always, so he's clearly stressed, even if he doesn't show it or say it.