Kai sat in the back seat of his car with one arm draped loosely against the leather rest. His gaze was fixed out the tinted window as though he could burn a hole through the world outside. He might have seem composed, detached even, but inside, every muscle was wound tight. His jaw was locked and his stillness was heavy, so heavy it carried its own kind of violence, pressing on anyone who came too close.
The passenger seat's door clicked open. Ben slipped inside quietly, closing the door as though even the sound of it might provoke the man waiting inside. The secretary smoothed his tie, buying himself seconds of courage, but his heart still beat unevenly in his chest. Delivering good news to Kai Montclair was a task. Delivering bad news was a risk.
Kai didn’t look at him and kept his gaz
