With the steady pair of footsteps pacing down the long hall, the tall figures of the two men cast long shadows on the wooden floor beneath them.
They walked side by side, their strides in identical symmetry.
Their voices were calm and low between the vintage walls as they spoke on about certain classified political affairs related to the Clark's root network in collaboration with the Boards.
"… That's sensible. Delia and I will see to it." Damien nodded with a thoughtful expression.
Drogo exhaled softly. "Much appreciated."
"You need not worry. Even if you couldn't gather this much intel, we would have still supported your stand." Damien's hand landed softly on his cousin's shoulder before returning to his pockets.
The two paced in silence for a moment before Damien finally started.
"By the way…"
Drogo looked up at him.
With a smile, Damien raised a brow. "How was Karen's reaction to her gift yesterday?"
Drogo's brows twitched slightly, his feet halting at instinct.
