The guards in the hallway snapped to attention the moment Alpha Jackson's voice cut through the corridor.
There were five of them stationed at varying points along the passage, and within seconds, all five had closed the distance and assembled before him, their heads bowed and necks tilted in immediate submission, awaiting orders from him.
He didn't waste time at all. His eyes swept across them quickly, assessing not just their faces, but their posture, their alertness, and the readiness behind their eyes.
"You." He pointed to the first guard on his left, a broad-shouldered male he recognized as one of the more level-headed members of the inner patrol. "I need the cleaners organized and sent to my study immediately. Don't let them drag their feet. The room is a mess. I want it dealt wit
