"I'm sorry too, Mr. Sims!"

A man stepped forward. "I sealed the windows on purpose so you wouldn't see any light."

Another added, "I made sure the door was cracked at night to let the cold air in while you slept."

"I didn't do much, but I led the charge to badmouth you for days. I'm sorry."

"..."

One after another, members of the Special Division bowed their heads in apology, not just out of guilt but out of growing admiration for the elderly man standing before them.

Even those who had done nothing wrong followed suit, apologizing and showing their respect.

Then, a steady voice cut through the crowd. "Let me through."

Everyone parted as Brian walked up, eyes fixed on old Mr. Sims.

He saw the man's white hair, frail body, and shaky steps, but most of all, he saw those eyes—steady and unbroken.

The weight of it hit Brian like a punch to the gut.

knees in front of old

are you doing? Get

of this stupid Special Division position, I let myself grow suspicious and resentful toward you. And when everything went

the ground with a sharp knock, the sound

lifted his head, his forehead was

old Mr. Sims chuckled,

his younger years flooded back, and he blinked, his eyes suddenly red-rimmed.

Sims reached down and pulled him to his feet. "You've done a good

had to stay on for Barry's sake. It's only natural you'd have some hard feelings. But even so, I've seen everything you've done lately, and I'm

helped Brian stand upright and smiled. "You're my pride. I know you'll take good care

blinked in shock. "What are

on to this job any longer. It's time for me to retire. As for the money in my account, I didn't touch a cent because I was afraid it'd be flagged.

never been involved in

tightened even more, and his

he grabbed old Mr. Sims' arm. "You've worked so hard all these years, but

kept sending me the money you earned abroad to keep it from being frozen in your account. It was only a matter of time before everything blew up. If I hadn't stayed in this position, Brian would have been the one stuck here. I could still carry the weight, so I

weight of old Mr. Sims' sacrifice hit

He understood now.

the power or the title.

have been the

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