Adrian pushed open the study door slowly. Damian was already inside. Sitting with his back relaxed against the chair, arms folded neatly across his chest, eyes locked onto the monitor in front of him.
He didn’t glance back when Adrian entered. Just a subtle lift of his brow and a flick of his eyes, gesturing for Adrian to come see what he was looking at.
Without a word, Adrian stepped closer. On the screen, windows lay open side by side. Screenshot transcripts, explicit photos, and short videos reminiscent of amateur pornography.
And there it was Nathan’s face, far too clear to be denied.
Damian said nothing. His hands remained still. But the air he projected felt like an interrogation room without the dangling lightbulb.
And Adrian knew that whatever Damian had found, it was unquesti
