“Mr. Grant.”
Formal.
Distant.
The title landed colder than ice.
“This is an emergency scene.”
She secured the final knot.
“If you’re done here, please return to command operations.”
No accusation.
No emotion.
No fight left.
And somehow…
that frightened Harrison more than her anger ever had.
Because this version of Raina no longer expected anything from him.
Not understanding.
Not fairness.
Nothing.
His chest tightened unexpectedly.
He opened his mouth to say something else…
but several executives rushed over urgently.
“Mr. Grant!”
“The media is already reporting fatalities!”
“We need immediate approval for compensation procedures!”
“The emergency board is waiting!”
Reality closed around him instantly again.
Business.
Liability.
Control.
The world he dominated eff
