The Arrival Of the Titan
Less than twelve minutes later, the ambient mood inside The Velvet Drift died a sudden, quiet death.
The heavy glass entrance doors opened, and an icy, suffocating pressure swept through the room. The lounge staff froze. Heads turned.
Thomas stepped into the establishment like an unyielding force of nature. He had discarded his suit jacket, wearing only his dark dress shirt with the collar unbuttoned, his sleeves folded up past his forearms. His expression was dangerously dark, his sharp jaw locked tight, his dark brown eyes sweeping the room with lethal efficiency until they locked onto Jen.
Jen's coworkers gasped, instantly sitting up straight as if an inspector had just walked in.
Jen, thoroughly tipsy, blinked slowly at the looming silhouette approaching
