Chapter 103 Before The Lie Goes Public

• The air in the clinic was unusually still. The sterile scent of disinfectant hung faintly in the atmosphere, mixing with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee left untouched on the edge of Dr. Hakeem’s mahogany desk. The wall clock ticked steadily, each second feeding the tension in the room.
• Dr. Hakeem sat behind his desk, fingers nervously drumming against a sealed envelope. He glanced at the door again, uncertain whether he was doing the right thing—or sealing his own fate.
• The digital clock on his desk blinked: 9:42 PM.