Elena's POV
"He took the binder?"
"Security footage shows him leaving with it under his arm about six minutes ago." Damian was already moving, phone pressed to his ear, voice clipped and controlled in a way that didn't match the tension still radiating off him. "Get him back up here. Now."
I followed him out of the restroom, half a step behind, my pulse still not fully settled from the last ten minutes. The floor had gone quiet in that particular way it always did when something was wrong, phones unanswered, conversations dying mid-sentence as people noticed Damian's face and decided against asking why.
"It's just vendor contracts," I said, though even as I said it, I wasn't entirely sure I believed my own reassurance. "Seating charts. Nothing that matters."
"Nothing that matters," Da
