(AVA)
I find them mid-conversation.
I come down early because sleep stopped working at five in the morning. The corridor outside Damien’s office is empty and the light through the glass tells me he has been in there for a while. Rhys is standing near the window with his arms crossed. I catch the last of what Rhys is saying before I push the door open.
“The longer it goes without a full assessment, the less we know about what we are working with before the meeting.”
Rhys sees me first. He straightens, looks at Damien once, and leaves without a word.
I look at Damien. He is behind the desk, jacket already on, and his expression is the controlled version he wears when he has already decided how a conversation is going to go. I recognize it because I have been watching it change over the
