This meeting would not unfold the way they expected.
The Door at the End of the Hall
At the end of the hallway, the conference room door stood slightly open.
Inside, faint sounds drifted out—papers shuffling, the low scrape of a chair against wood, someone clearing their throat.
Then the noise stopped.
Silence settled, sudden and deliberate.
As if someone sensed my presence before I even stepped inside.
I pushed the door open.
And there they were.
The Three People Who Once Controlled My Life
Adrian Whitlock sat near the center of the long table, leaning back with the relaxed confidence of a man who believed every room naturally belonged to him.
His charcoal suit was immaculate.
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