THE sound of fingers drumming against polished mahogany filled the silence of the dimly lit office. David leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply as he dropped his phone onto the desk for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen went dark, mocking him with Oswald's name still lingering in his call log, unanswered.

His brows furrowed in frustration. Why the hell wasn't he picking up? David had been patient, understanding even. For days now, his boss had gone completely off the grid. No work, no board meetings, no contact with anyone except Nathan. The thought irritated him more than he cared to admit.

This wasn't just some minor...