The room was dimly lit, a single brass lamp casting a soft amber glow across the mahogany desk that separated Kylie from her father. John stood at attention, delivering his report with precision, his voice low and steady.
“It went off without a hitch,” he began, his tone carrying just a hint of relief.
Kylie leaned forward, her fingers curling around the armrest of her chair, the leather cool against her palms. “Details?”
John’s gaze flicked to her, his face impassive but his hands betraying a slight tremor. “Significant damage to the Hayes’ property. No casualties. We slipped away before they arrived to investigate.”
Her chest loosened ever so slightly. She pressed for more, her voice sharper than she intended. “The night guards?”
“We incapacitated them like you ordered. No permanent
