As Tyler and David stepped out of the secure government compound, the sun had begun to sink lower in the sky, casting an amber hue across the dusty cityscape.
The wind carried the scent of fuel, sweat, and old iron. It was a fitting backdrop to what had just occurred.
Tyler and David didn't speak at first. The car ride was quiet, as both men lost in thought, processing the weight of what had just happened.
Tyler, seated in the back seat this time, pulled out his phone and opened the GlassChannel app.
The screen lit up in his hand, and he began typing a message.
"Freya, forward the photos and video evidence of the Defense Minister's affair with the President's mistress to both him and the Minister of Finance."
{Understood.}
With the evidence sent, this way, even without being told, the both of them would understand what was needed of them
Back in the meeting room, the Finance Minister had returned to his seat. He was still rattled by the meeting.
