The city below was a grid of glowing amber and rain-slicked black, but inside the executive suite of Blackwood Logistics, it was just quiet. The rain lashed against the reinforced glass windows, a rhythmic drumming that usually helped Damon focus, but tonight it only amplified the throbbing headache behind his eyes.
Damon rubbed his temples, the blue light of his monitors burning into his retinas. The digital clock read 9:45 PM. He had completely lost track of time fixing the mess Vanessa had left him. He had spent hours untangling a web of projected costs that didn't add up, his frustration mounting with every discrepancy. Vanessa was brilliant, yes, but her ambition often outpaced her attention to the finer, grittier details of global shipping.
He sighed, shutting down his computer. The silence of the empty floor pressed in on him. He felt a pang of guilt. He had told Leo to wait for him, but he hadn't expected to be this late.
