Roman made two calls before they reached the hospital entrance.
The first was to Ben.
Ben had worked for Roman for six years — quiet, efficient, the kind of man who received instructions and executed them without requiring explanation or reassurance. Roman had always appreciated that about him. There was no performance. Just reliability.
The call connected on the second ring.
"Sir."
"I need you at my estate within the hour," Roman said. "Pack what I'll need for an extended stay. Two weeks minimum, possibly longer. You know what I travel with — don't overthink it."
"Understood," Ben said. "Anything specific?"
"My black case. The documents in the top drawer of the study — the ones in the grey folder. And my personal laptop, not the office one."
"Got it."
Roman paused briefly. "There's a second location."
A short silence. "Sir?"
