Monday mornings at Blackwood Holdings were usually a model of precision.
Employees hurried through the glass doors with steaming cups of coffee, receptionists greeted clients by name, and the lobby buzzed with the quiet efficiency that had become synonymous with Dominic Blackwood's company.
That morning, however, nothing was normal.
Police vehicles were parked outside the entrance, their flashing lights reflecting against the towering glass façade. Security officers had cordoned off sections of the lobby while frightened employees gathered in anxious clusters, whispering among themselves.
When Dominic's car pulled into the underground garage, his driver frowned.
"Sir... something's happened."
Dominic stepped out before the car had fully stopped.
The moment he entered the building, e
