“Mr. Damien, wait! You can’t enter the meeting room without permission!”

Adrian’s secretary called out in panic as Damien pushed open the glass doors of the main conference room at Adrian Corp that morning.

But Damien didn’t care. His face was tight, his breath unsteady. In his hand, he clutched a thick file—creased and worn from how tightly he had been gripping it all the way there.

Adrian, seated at the head of the table surrounded by managers and directors, immediately stood up.

“What the hell is this, Damien? Have you lost your mind barging in like this?”

“I need to speak with you, Adrian,” Damien said quickly, his voice...