The Night Boss
Fire that refused to die.
Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow the city remembers.
By morning, the city was already awake, buzzing with rumors that The Boss would speak. Nobody knew for sure—nothing official had been announced—but whispers spread fast in neighborhoods where radios were the only windows to the world.
At the mansion, Hayes and the manager returned with their portable setup, escorted once again by armed guards. They moved carefully, setting up microphones, wires, and a small console that could transmit live to the station.
The Boss entered the room like a storm, dressed in a dark suit, his face carved in stone. He said nothing as the final checks were made, only sat in the high-backe
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