COMING SOON!

A man who masters patience masters everything else                — Anonymous ____________________________ Ituron Community Alex pushed himself out of his chair. The legs scraped loudly against the concrete floor, the sound echoing through the quiet office. He walked toward the window and stared into the darkness outside. He hated waiting. He hated uncertainty even more. A younger Alex, with little or nothing to lose, would have stormed into the night, reckless and furious, caring little whose son was buried beneath the aftermath of his rage. But his father was gone and the responsibilities had fallen on his shoulders. Somewhere along the way, Alex had learned to become smarter, more patient and tactful.

If you want something done right, do it yourself.           — Charles-Guillaume Étienne _______________________________________ Ituron Community Eric placed Maurice's phone on the desk. The screen lit up briefly in the dim room, casting an eerie glow across the polished wood. "Maurice is dead," he said, his voice rough and breathless. For a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. His words hung in the air, heavy and forbidden like a taboo. 

Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me.                     —  Agur (Ancient Sage) ________________________________ Ituron Community The heavy door to the temporary office swung inward as Tony, one of Alex’s most trusted lieutenants, strode in. His face mirrored the same fatigue that weighed heavily on Alex. He walked straight toward the desk, holding a tablet loosely at his side. Stopping few steps away from the desk, his eyes swept across the room before settling on Alex. "Sir, we have an update."   Sitting up, Alex leaned both hands against the table, expectant.