Adam’s hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie in the mirror of the elevator. The message from Mr. Johnson echoed in his mind, short, sharp, and commanding. Come to my office. Now. There was no emoji, no pleasantry, no reason given. Just urgency.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. The air on the top floor always felt different, cooler, quieter, heavier. He stepped into the wide hallway that led to Mr. Johnson’s office, his shoes muffled against the carpet.
“Go right in,” the assistant said with a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Inside, Mr. Johnson stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring at the skyline. The morning sun cast long shadows across the glass desk. Without turning, he said, “You to
