The door swung open, and Adam stumbled back a step, his heart pounding.
Mr. Johnson stood there. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his expression calm but his eyes sharp enough to cut through steel. Behind him, the suite looked untouched except for a broken glass on the carpet. Emily stood near the table, pale and shaken, her hands clasped tightly together.
For a long, breathless moment, no one spoke.
Mr. Johnson’s gaze moved from Adam to Emily, then back to Adam. “You were about to knock?” he asked, his tone almost casual.
Adam’s throat went dry. “I thought I heard something. Wanted to check if everything was alright.”
Mr. Johnson nodded slowly, his lips curling into the faintest smile. “How thoughtful of you.” He stepped aside sli
