Ding!
The elevator doors slid open, and Damian stepped in with his phone still in hand. Ever since his wives had grown accustomed to using phones, they no longer followed him around physically, but the messages never stopped.
He had gained privacy at the cost of constant notifications.
The Hill family group chat buzzed endlessly, lighting up his screen every few seconds.
"Mr. Hill?"
Damian turned, only to find two familiar figures standing between the elevator doors. William and Anna, the twin junior associates assigned under him.
Their expressions were a mix of surprise and excitement. When news of Damian being shot had spread, it had shaken them more than they expected. But as junior staff, they were not granted leave to visit him.
