Ambrose tilted his head slightly, the faint smile never quite reaching his eyes.
“So,” he said, voice calm and deliberate, “I take it I’m qualified now to show a little organizational concern for Violet’s well-being?”
The words hung in the jasmine-scented air like smoke.
Morgan Lewis’s eye twitched—once, violently.
As Dalton Lawson’s personal secretary—the Governor’s closest confidant—he made it his business to track every significant personnel shift across the province. He knew about the appointment in OIG — Second Division. He knew the new acting head was young. What he hadn’t expected was how young.
The man standing in front of him looked like he’d barely cleared campus security—clean-cut, broad-shouldered, but still carrying that fresh-out-of-university sharpness around the edges.
