One hundred and thirty one

Jericho's room was enveloped in an eerie stillness, the only sound being the muffled pacing was his breathing. Jericho, a man of imposing stature, his face etched with lines of anxiety and anticipation, couldn't contain his restlessness. He traversed the room back and forth, his steps growing more frantic with each pass.

A soft knock on the door shattered the silence, causing Jericho to startle. He approached cautiously, his voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and hope.

"Who is it?" he whispered, his words barely audible.

The response came from the other side, a voice he recognized as Mario's. "It's me, Jericho."

Relief washed over Jericho's features as he swung the door open. Mario, a trusted ally, stood before him, his countenance grave and filled with a sense of urgency. Behind Mario, the Minister of Finance entered the room, his presence exuding authority and respect. The door closed quietly behind them, sealing the room from prying eyes.

The Minister of Finance bowed respe