Claus walked in like he owned the place.
Again.
Technically, this was his office, but that didn't make his demeanor any less annoying.
I flinched before I could help it—just a twitch, barely there, but enough to piss me off at myself.
I covered it by dragging my eyes up from the folder I wasn't really reading and lifting my chin in that slow, lazy way that always annoyed him.
"Well?" I asked, voice low.
He closed the door behind him with a soft click.
No theatrics, no fanfare.
That was my first red flag.
"He said yes," Claus said.
I blinked. Slowly.
Then set the folder down.
"How?"
Claus shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. Like convincing Emiliano Sanchez was just another task crossed off the list.
"He just… did."
I tilted my head.
"He just did?"
Claus nodded, one hand slipping into his coat pocket like this was casual. Routine. Nothing to see here.
"He said he'd come. Alone."
"And you didn't think to ask why?"
