Becky's POV
I shivered the instant Wolfe walked past the door. His presence permeated the room, and his haughtiness seemed a weight on my chest. Though it was still under development on the laptop, it felt as though it was a ticking time bomb. Wolfe's face was covered in ghostly shadows from the flickering lights, but his eyes were cold and mechanical, tracking every action we took.
"We were just finishing up," I responded, trying to keep my voice calm even though the panic building inside me was difficult to stifle.
Leo stood defensively next to me, his posture tight and ready for anything. Marcus, who had been supervising the upload, looked tensely between Wolfe and the laptop, obviously contemplating his choices.
Wolfe's gaze strayed to the screen, where the progress bar had lately
