Elias didn't expect to go six whole days without seeing Cassian, but that was exactly what happened. Six days of empty rooms and half-finished meals left on Cassian's side of the table. Six days of Nico answering every question with, "The Don is occupied." Six days of Elias replaying their argument until he'd memorised the exact moment Cassian's voice went cold.
So when the massive front doors finally opened that afternoon and Cassian walked in, oddly frumpled, eyes sharp, jaw clenched, Elias didn't bother waiting. He stepped right into Cassian's path.
"I got a job offer," he said, too quickly, too brightly.
Cassian barely stopped walking. His gaze flicked to Elias for half a heartbeat. "Fine."
Elias stood there, stunned, heat flooding his cheeks like he'd been slapped. Fine? That was it? After days of silence, Cassian couldn't even pretend to care?
His throat burned. "Yeah," he whispered to himself, "sure. Fine."
