Country: Aurivelle
City: Auremont
Grayson
I sat in the backseat of my car, scrolling through my iPad. I had just wrapped up a meeting at Hawthorne Finance and was now on my way to the media company.
I hadn’t been there in two days. Greg had been sending in reports, and under normal circumstances, that would have been enough.
But something felt… off.
The moment I stepped into the building, I noticed it.
The shift.
There was an unusual urgency in the air…staff moving faster than usual, conversations cut short the moment I passed. No one needed to say anything.
Something had happened.
Greg was already walking toward me as I stepped out of the elevator.
“Mr. Hawthorne.”
“What’s going on?” I asked without slowing.
“There’s a situation at the institute.”
I stopped.
“And you did
