ANTHONY'S POV
The soft clicking of shoes echoed through my office, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up from the report in front of me to see Max approaching. His usual calm expression was replaced by one of mild concern.
"Good morning, sir," he greeted. "Are you alright?"
I knew what he meant—he was referring to everything that happened yesterday. The incident. The chase. The fear. But most of all, he was probably referring to them. Suzan and Julian.
"I'm fine," I replied, waving a dismissive hand and returning my gaze to the papers in front of me. "It's nothing to worry about."
"And Suzan? Julian?" he asked again, voice gentle but persistent.
"They're okay too," I said simply, not looking up. I didn't want to get into it—because if I started, I wasn't sure I'd
