"Boss! Boss! BOSS!" Jordan's voice boomed through the hallway before the door to Victor's private office burst open.
Victor looked up from the map he'd been studying with Gerald and Maria, his expression darkening at the interruption. The room was small but elegant, with heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon light and a single desk lamp casting shadows across their faces.
"Jordan," Victor said, his voice deceptively calm. "We've talked about boundaries, haven't we? Knocking, perhaps?"
Jordan waved away the comment, his breath coming fast like he'd run up several flights of stairs. "It's important."
"It better be," Victor replied, leaning back in his leather chair. "Or I might have to remind you what happens to people who waste my time."
Maria smirked from her position by the wind
