"Boss, are you okay?" Henry asked carefully, concern flickering in his tone.
Daniel leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple for the briefest moment before dismissing it with a wave of his hand. "I'm fine. Continue."
For an instant, he could've sworn someone had just cursed him in their thoughts. The strange, prickling feeling clung to him, but he brushed it off, forcing his attention back on Henry.
Henry hesitated but obeyed. "Mr. Bennett seems very invested in the proposals we presented. He assured the investors the project would be a success."
Daniel listened in silence, his gaze distant. Of course Hugo Bennett would take the bait. His company was circling the drain, and Daniel was the only rope left for him to cling to. But rope or noose—it depended on how you looked at it.
"Make sure he doesn't get so much as a whiff of what's happening behind the curtain," Daniel warned flatly.
"Yes, boss."
