~One Week Later~
A week after the surgery, Xander sat at his desk, pen in hand, his focus on a document in front of him. A sharp knock at the door broke his concentration, and Liam entered, his usual stoic demeanour replaced with a solemn air.
Liam stopped in front of Xander's desk, greeting him politely before placing a plastic bag containing the chip alongside a thick envelope.
"The analysis report, Sir," Liam announced quietly, his tone betraying the gravity of the situation.
Xander's sharp eyes noted Liam's expression, and unease settled in his chest. He unsealed the envelope, pulling out the neatly typed report. As his eyes scanned the contents, his features hardened, and the light in his gaze dimmed.