MICHAEL

The office feels smaller today especially because of the number of people present in the office. I’m standing by the window, hands in my pockets, staring down at the city like it owes me answers.

Behind me, Luca sits at the conference table like he owns the damn building.

Which, if I’m being honest, he could—if he wanted to.

Collins is already set up, laptop open, files spread out. Levi leans against the wall, arms crossed. Ron is pacing, because of course he is restless as usual.

We are going through the results we've found so far dissecting information.

“Start,” I say without turning. “I want everything. No soft...