“You can’t step into your office.” An official of the fire committee says to Vittorio early the next day. The guy is blocking his door and he looks vaguely familiar. The academy? Maybe?
“Em? What?” He asks and the confusion must be visible, because the man leans to him and whispers in his ear.
“There have been several complaints against you. You are under revision. The Commissioner will explain it to you.”
“What complaints?” Vittorio asks anyway, even if he knows well that the man is just a guard and can’t tell him what is really going on.
“I don’t know, but I have the feeling this is bullshit.” He answers and Vittorio gets a whiff of bear shifter.
“Thanks.” He nods to the man. “Is the Commissioner in my office?”
“Yes. Along with several other high ranking officials.” The guy answers
