'Damn it—not now,' Caleb thought sharply, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.
It was Martin—still dressed in his sharp brown suit, his expression calm, polite, and utterly unaware of the storm brewing just a breath away.
Caleb barely offered him a nod before snapping his gaze forward again. He didn't slow. He couldn't.
'I don't have time for this.'
Quickening his pace, he caught up to Naya as they burst through the exit into the open car park. Sophia didn't waste a second—she broke into a sprint, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement as she raced toward a sleek black car.
She pressed her finger to the door handle. A soft ting sounded, and the car lights blinked as the lock disengaged. Without hesitation, she tossed the keys to Caleb.
"You drive—I'll be—"
Her words froze mid-sentence.
Her breath hitched. Her face drained of color.
Her eyes shot upward toward the second-floor glass wall of the building.
The others followed her gaze.
And there he stood.
