The AXEL Group facility was already alive with movement when Maximus arrived. The Assistants crossed the polished floors with tablets in hand, secretaries murmured into earpieces, and the press from multiple packs hovered behind the glass barrier; they're waiting for something worth capturing.
Maximus walked through the center of it all with steady and controlled steps, he was used to this environment. The order, the pressure, the eyes.
But today, something in him felt… tightened.
Keane walked beside him, hands in his pockets, relaxed as ever. “Big turnout,” he said lightly. “Looks like everyone wants a piece of GrandFord’s medical empire.”
Maximus didn’t respond. His mind was elsewhere—or rather, on someone else.
Keane chuckled. “Ah. Silent. That means you’re thinking about someone.”
