The moment Damian reads the alert, everything changes. His entire body goes still for one breath, then launches into movement with clean precision. He calls for the security team, grabs his coat, signals for the elevator, and checks the radio channel all at once. The air around him sharpens, charged with urgency that pulls me along before I have time to form a thought.
“Come with me,” he says.
I follow without hesitation. My pulse already races ahead of me.
The elevator descends too slowly, each floor passing with a soft ding that grates against my nerves. Damian stands beside me, stiff and silent, eyes fixed on the doors as if he could will them to move faster. His hands remain at his sides, fingers curled slightly, the earlier tremor gone but replaced with a tension that vibrates unde
