The atmosphere inside Nexus Global was different from Vane Corp. It was quieter, more focused, and pulsed with a hidden power that Julius was only just beginning to understand.
He sat at a desk in the corner of Harrison's massive office, his laptop open. The transition had been easy. There were no arguments about where he should sit or what he should do.
Harrison simply moved a few things, cleared a space, and told him, "This is yours."
Julius was looking over some recovery files when the calm was shattered. He heard a commotion out in the hallway—shouting, the sound of heavy footsteps, and a woman's voice screaming his name.
The office doors burst open.
Helen stood there, but she wasn't the polished woman Julius had known for months. Her expensive dress was wrinkled and stained at the hem.
Her hair, usually perfect, was a mess of tangles. Her eyes were red and swollen, and the confident glow she used to carry was gone.
She looked small and broken.
