Roy Arrives
When he walked into the office fifteen minutes later, his presence immediately commanded the room. Even the low hum of computers and typing seemed to quiet in respect — or fear. Dianne noticed it immediately: the way he moved, confident, deliberate, unshakable.
He glanced at her first. His eyes softened slightly, though the edges remained sharp, dangerous.
“You okay?” he asked, his tone quieter now, almost tender.
Dianne shook her head slightly, biting her lip.
“I… I’ll be fine.”
Roy didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t need to. His eyes had already scanned the empty conference room, the chairs still slightly disordered, evidence of the tension that had just occurred.
Roy pulled out his phone, dialing with calm precision. The ringtone echoed slightly across the quiet of
