Prime Minister Watson’s secretary entered his office to find him uncharacteristically distraught. Known for his unflappable calm, even in the worst of circumstances, this sudden deviation from the norm was enough to stop the man who had served as his secretary for nearly twenty years in his impeccably shod tracks. 

“Beg pardon sir.” Jonathon Parkins paused in the doorway, straightening his perfectly tied tie. Realizing Watson was unaware of his presence, Jonathon moved f...