Jamal rushed into the office with his jacket half on and his phone still in his hand. The glass doors slid open, and the familiar hum of the building wrapped around him. Staff members greeted him as he passed, but he only nodded, already scanning the corridor for Stefan.
Stefan was waiting just outside Jamal's office, tablet tucked under his arm, his expression tight but calm. The moment he saw Jamal, he straightened.
"You're here," Stefan said, not accusing, just stating a fact.
Jamal let out a breath as they both walked into his office. "I'm sorry. We didn't go home after we left the club. We got home just before dawn and slept off then."
Stefan nodded, "They're still at the conference hall."
"Let's head over," Jamal said, heading for the door.
Stefan hesitated, then said, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
Jamal stopped walking and turned fully to him. "Of course. What is it?"
