Damian stayed focused on his laptop, barely acknowledging the movement around him.

At exactly noon, Evelyn knocked lightly and pushed the door open.

“Sir, Mr. Daniel Pete is here.”

“Send him in,” Damian said, already standing.

Daniel walked in confidently, dressed sharp, eyes alert.

“Mr. Cross,” Daniel said, extending his hand.

“Mr. Pete,” Damian replied, shaking it firmly. “Have a seat.”

Daniel sat. “How have you been?”

“I’m good,” Damian answered simply. “Recovering.”

“That’s good to hear,” Daniel said. “The news wasn’t pleasant.”

Damian nodded once. “Life happens.”

He turned slightly. “Evelyn, call Aria in.”

“Yes, sir,” Evelyn replied and stepped out.

Daniel leaned back. “I must say, Cross Empire...