The following Monday, the top floor of the Shard was operating under a new, unwritten code. The glass fortress hadn't changed its physical appearance, but the corporate machinery inside it had been completely recalibrated.
Marcus's security detail had been quietly doubled, their presence occupying the blind spots of the executive lobby like watchful shadows. Every piece of mail, every document delivery, and every catering cart destined for the sixtieth floor was subjected to a triple-clearance sweep before it ever reached the elevator bay.
Inside the primary boardroom, the atmospheric shift was palpable.
