Another silence.
Tighter this time.
Even James didn’t risk moving.
Damien said nothing.
But his fingers curled slightly at his sides.
James, ever the diplomat, stepped in with smooth efficiency. “Noted. Thank you, Monroe. Please continue monitoring the situation—and notify us immediately if anything changes.”
“Understood,” Monroe replied. “She’s resting now. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
James ended the call, slid the phone back into his pocket, and turned to face Damien fully.
He didn’t need to ask what his boss was thinking.
James didn’t need words. The clipped exhale—the flick of Damien’s fingers—said everything.
Damien’s voice was quiet. Controlled. But it cut through the room like a blade.
“Clear my schedule two weeks from now.”
James straightened. “Sir?”
“The ocular visit.”
