Julius signed the last document without looking at it. His office was quiet. It had been quiet for hours — long past the time anyone else had gone home. Julius hadn't moved from his desk. The overtime was voluntary, technically. But the work kept his hands busy.
It kept him from thinking. About Last night. Harrison. The bite mark that had finally faded from his neck. "Sir, you need to sign this," Sarah said. She set another stack on his desk. Julius scribbled his signature. Pushed the papers back. Sarah gathered them. Started to leave. Then his phone rang.
Julius glanced at the screen. Unknown number. But he recognized the pattern. One of his people. "Leave," he told Sarah. She left without a word. The door closed behind her. Julius answered the phone. "Report," he said.
