Bentley arrived at Austin's office in record time. The urgency in Austin's voice had been unmistakable, and Bentley knew whatever had happened was serious.
He took the elevator up to the top floor, his thoughts spinning. The gleaming doors slid open, revealing the sleek, modern office that Austin had always prided himself on. But today, the atmosphere felt different—tense, almost suffocating.
He reached Austin's office door, which was ajar, and pushed it open gently.
Austin was sitting behind his desk, his head buried in his hands as he stared blankly at the photographs spread out in front of him. The usual confidence in his posture was gone; instead, he seemed deflated, as if the weight of the world had finally caught up with him.
When he looked up and saw Bentley, the relief in hi
