**DAMIAN’S POV**
The office is empty except for the glow of the screens and the faint hum of the building’s nighttime systems. The city spreads below me in a pattern of lights and shadows. At this hour, everything is sharper. More honest. The angles of the skyline cut against the dark sky. The glass beneath my palms feels cold. My reflection looks back at me, a man who has built an empire on precision and control, now losing grip on both.
I turn back toward my desk. Three monitors illuminate the room with pale, artificial light. One shows a government database with a red warning banner across the top. Another holds sealed juvenile records. The last displays a string of encrypted files connected to my brother.
My brother. The thought is bitter.
I should close the screens and pretend I h
