At 10:00 AM, most of the media broadcast vans outside the West District Police Station building had finally left.

The heavy oak door to the director's office clicked softly, completely shutting out the lingering excited whispers in the corridor.

Victoria Sterling turned around, leaned against the door, and let out a long breath. Her shoulders, which had been tense in front of the camera, instantly slumped.

Today she wore a fitted dark blue uniform skirt suit, the hem of which just stopped above her knees, paired with a silk blouse with a low neckline.

Especially her long, straight legs encased in extremely thin black stockings, forming...

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