The late afternoon sun sank low, washing the quiet suburban street in a warm golden glow that spilled across Thorne's house.
Devon eased his sleek black car to a stop, the engine's soft hum fading into silence, and stepped out, his crisp shirt and black pants clinging to his lean, muscular frame, every movement deliberate, before he could climb the porch steps, his phone buzzed sharply in his pocket, demanding his attention. He pulled it out, his dark eyes flicking over the screen with cool curiosity, the notification from Blissville Hospital stark in black text.
"Dr Elias Thorne has been suspended indefinitely pending investigation into professional misconduct." Devon's lips curved into a slow, predatory grin, his teeth catching the fading light, a glint of triumph in his gaze.
He knew the truth behind the board's polite wording, Thorne was fired. Phase one was completeHe pocketed the phone with a quick, satisfied flick and strode to the door, his knock firm and heavy.
