Alex went to Damian's office first.
It was a calculated decision, one that made sense on paper. If Damian was anywhere, it would be there. Buried in work.Pretending everything was still neatly within his grasp.
But the office was empty.
The Maxwell confirmed it with a polite, rehearsed smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Damian hadn't come in that morning. No calls, meetings or indication of where he had gone.
Alex didn't linger. He thanked maxwell and stepped back into the elevator, and stared at his reflection again as the doors slid shut. He knew Maxwell had an idea of where his brother was.
He looked… tired, Alex noticed as he stared back at himself
Not physically, mentally. The kind of exhaustion that came from carrying knowledge he hadn't asked for and responsibilities he hadn't wanted. Maybe he should learn to be less nosy.
By the time the car turned onto the long, familiar road leading to the estate, his jaw was tight with irritation.
