Private Briefing

Kaelen’s POV

The digital clock on my desk flickered to 9:00 AM. In the world of global finance, time was a commodity I traded like gold, but today, time felt like a noose I was tightening around my neck.

I adjusted my cufflinks, the platinum cold against my skin. "Wyatt, are the 'emergency' protocols drafted?"

Wyatt leaned against the mahogany doorframe of my office, a tablet tucked under his arm