Ezekiel leaned against the edge of his desk, his piercing gaze fixed on the livestream projected on the wall. Daisy’s smile flickered on the screen as she laughed at something Veronica said, but he saw beyond it. That smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Something’s troubling you,” he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding. His fingers curled into a fist. He turned to one of his men, who stood silently nearby. “Why wasn’t anyone aware of the ambush earlier today?”

The man stiffened. “It was an oversight, sir. We—”

“An oversight?” Ezekiel’s voice was razor-sharp. He stepped forward, his imposing presence suffocating. “There’s no room for oversight when it comes to...