Cain tapped his phone against the edge of his desk, staring at the short text he had just sent.
Cain: Where are you? I need to talk about something urgent!
He wasn't the type to dance around matters. Jack always knew when Cain said urgent, it meant serious. His phone buzzed almost instantly.
Jack: On my way home. Preparing for the Arizona meeting tomorrow. Won't be back to the office today.
Cain exhaled, shoulders stiff. He rubbed his temples before typing again:
Cain: I'll come by after work.
Jack didn't argue. The chat bubble appeared with a single-word reply.
Jack: Fine.
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The elevator ride to the penthouse floor felt endless. Cain leaned against the mirrored wall, tie loosened, his brow furrowed in thought. The report he had received earlier about Jack and Selena had already stirred the office air like wildfire, waiting to catch flame. He didn't want this to escalate, not with Arizona looming tomorrow and not with the Brooks Group already juggling delicate investors.
