Damian stayed focused on his laptop, barely acknowledging the movement around him.
At exactly noon, Evelyn knocked lightly and pushed the door open.
“Sir, Mr. Daniel Pete is here.”
“Send him in,” Damian said, already standing.
Daniel walked in confidently, dressed sharp, eyes alert.
“Mr. Cross,” Daniel said, extending his hand.
“Mr. Pete,” Damian replied, shaking...