Liam and Derek glanced at each other, a silent understanding passing between them, and without a word, they followed the sterile hallways, their footsteps echoing off the whitewashed walls.
The air was thick with anticipation, each step bringing them closer to the truth. The hallways led them to a conference room where a figure stood by the window, his silhouette stark against the bright morning sun.
As they entered the room, the man who was now aware of their presence turned to face them. His expression was unreadable, eyes shadowed and lips pressed into a thin line. His demeanor added an air of mystery to the room.
"Thank you for coming," the man said, his voice low and gravelly, carrying the weight of many secrets.
Derek, wasting no time, stepped forward. "Why did you want to see us, and why did you have those files delivered to me?" He asked, his tone direct, cutting through the formalities.
