Callum Roskell had no idea how he had made it back to the office.
When Breccan pushed open the door to the CEO's office, he saw Callum sitting in his executive chair, a document lying on the desk in front of him. Callum stared blankly into space, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular.
"Callum, Nyra Caldris just called the front desk. She said she's downstairs in the lobby, staging a hunger strike, and insists on seeing you," Breccan reported cautiously.
At the sound of that name, Callum's eyelids finally moved.
"A hunger strike?" He let out a cold laugh, his voice hoarse. "Let her make a scene. Tell security that if she doesn't get out within five minutes, they should call the police immediately."
Breccan froze.
In the past, whenever Nyra showed even the slightest sign of trouble,
