Lucian had his gaze fixed on the television screen, though his mind barely registered what was playing. The news channel displayed the evening broadcast, but his attention was fractured, distracted by thoughts that refused to leave him in peace. The room was quiet, the steady hum of the air conditioner the only sound, until a sharp knock echoed from the door.
His eyes shifted from the television toward the door with minimal interest. But the moment a familiar voice called from the other side, Lucian straightened. "It's Darrell, sir. I have some reports to deliver."
Lucian leaned forward and reached for the remote to mute the television completely. "Come in," he said calmly, already anticipating the nature of the visit.
The door creaked open, and Darrell stepped inside. He looked slightly flustered, dressed in a crisp button-up shirt, sleeves rolled at the forearms, and his expression was tight with purpose.
