The Blackwood Enterprises executive floor thrummed with quiet efficiency—the usual rhythm of ambition, precision, and silent fear.
Inside his office, Damien sat behind his glass desk, sleeves rolled up, the lean muscles in his forearms flexing as he signed another contract. The thick stack of documents bore his signature in clean, practiced strokes, each one a seal of power, each decision sharpened by decades of control.
His pen barely paused as James knocked and entered.
“Well?” Damien asked without looking up.
James stepped forward, tablet in hand.
“The check up went well. Jamie’s vitals were stable. Transfer is proceeding as planned. All records are officially in the new system.”
Damien nodded once. Expected.
“Dr. Anderson has been briefed on the case and will personally oversee
