The pale morning light spilled through the window blinds as Miles moved rhythmically, chest kissing the floor, arms pushing with perfect form—one, two, three… His body glistened with sweat, each breath sharp and focused. A TV flickered in the corner, volume low but audible.
The Sterling Media logo spun onto the screen, followed by a serious-looking news anchor.
"Last night, the Narcotics Bureau executed a historic raid, exposing the country's longest-running and largest drug manufacturing facility."
Miles paused for a moment, still in plank position, listening.
"The factory had operated for decades in the shadows, hidden behind layers of corruption. Several government officials who allegedly accepted bribes have been arrested and are now facing criminal charges."
"Yet," the anchor continued, "the true mastermind behind the factory remains unknown."
Miles smirked and pushed himself off the floor. Standing, he grabbed a towel, wiping his face as he muttered under his breath.
