A brief silence followed.
No one spoke.
Not because there was nothing to say—but because no one had expected that from Monroe of all people.
No one laughed either—mostly because they were still processing it.
The head of security. Built like a wall. Usually unreadable.
And yet, he’d just turned into a full-blown fanboy.
Monroe straightened immediately, clearly embarrassed at getting carried away.
“Sorry, boss.”
Damien gave a faint nod, accepting it without comment, then moved on.
He shifted his attention to James—
But James didn’t move.
He was still staring ahead, tablet in hand, clearly somewhere else entirely.
After years of working with Monroe, even he looked like he was still trying to process what he’d just witnessed.
Ashcroft clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers ri
