The warm, manufactured smile Morales had worn at the federal building was entirely absent. He looked tired.
He looked like a man who had spent the weekend trying to pull a thread that refused to unravel.
He took in the sprawling, hyper-modern office, his eyes lingering on the imposing silhouette of Hayes standing like a gargoyle out on the main floor.
"Mr. Russo," Morales said, taking a seat opposite the desk without being offered one. Park stood behind him, legal pad ready. "Quite the upgrade in real estate since we last spoke."
"The company is scaling rapidly," Ryan said smoothly, leaning back in his executive chair. He steepled his fingers. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Agent Morales? Our last meeting was paused, not concluded, but I assumed you would call before dropping by."
"We prefer to see the operations firsthand," Morales said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Ryan's relaxed, unbothered posture. "It provides context."
