~Damon~
You can sense when something's off. It’s not always about the noise; sometimes it’s in the way silence lingers too long or how the air feels unnaturally still, even in a bustling building.
That morning, Blackwood International felt eerily quiet.
I stood behind my desk, gazing out at the city skyline. Life buzzed below, but the tension weaving through my office was palpable—like the eerie calm before a storm that hadn’t yet revealed itself.
“Mr. Blackwood,” Natalie called from the doorway. Her tone was brisk—too measured for a simple report.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her, and placed a black folder on the glass table.
“We had four flagged login attempts last night. Between 2:47 and 5:10 a.m.”
“Into what system?” I inquired.
“You
