POV: Darius
The drive to Crispan HQ was quiet for the most part, the city rolling past the tinted windows as I sat back, lost in my own thoughts. Caleb, of course, broke the silence.
“Why do you think the Crispan’s went back on their word?” he asked, his tone sharp, his eyes still fixed on the road.
I tilted my head toward him, my voice calm but edged with steel. “I don’t know, but I sure as hell am going to get an explanation from them today.”
That was the end of that. Caleb didn’t press further. He knew better than to poke when I was in this kind of mood.
We pulled up to the massive glass tower that was Crispan’s headquarters. It was already alive with activity, employees in suits moving in and out of the building like ants. Caleb got out first, then I stepped out of the car, butto
