As I lay there, staring into Marshall’s eyes, trying to muster up some feeling—any feeling—beyond the numbness, the door suddenly swung open. Tony barged in, his face a mix of irritation and urgency.
"Boss, we’ve got a problem," Tony said, his voice cutting through the silence of the room. I flinched at the intrusion, pulling the blanket higher over myself, instinctively shrinking back. Marshall, however, didn’t flinch. He barely blinked, his gaze lingering on me for just a second longer before he turned his attention to Tony.
"What is it?" Marshall’s voice was sharp, the softness from moments earlier evaporating as if it had never existed.
Tony stepped further into the room, completely ignoring the fact that Marshall and I had clearly been in the middle of something. "The last cargo sh
