The private elevator rode up to the top floor of Nexus Global in complete silence, but the air inside the small space was thick and heavy.
Both men were covered in the dust and sweat of the warehouse fight. A smear of dark, drying blood cut across Julius's jaw, and Harrison's jacket was damp where his shoulder wound had leaked during the violence.
The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped out into the dark executive hallway.
Julius walked ahead, his boots clicking loudly against the floor. He pushed open the doors to Harrison's private office, stepped inside, and waited for Harrison to follow. The moment Harrison entered, Julius locked the door.
He didn't want to go back to the penthouse. He didn't want to wash the dirt off his hands.
"Julius," Harrison began, his voice dropping into a deep, warning rasp as he noticed the locked door. "We should clean those cuts first."
"Shut up, Harrison," Julius said. His voice was trembling slightly, but it wasn't from fear.
