"Who the fuck tipped off the port authorities and the coast guard?!"
Nick's voice exploded like a gunshot through the captain's office and hallway. His fist slammed the desk so hard that the things on top of it jumped. The walls practically vibrated with rage.
Georgia had barely stepped into the room when the storm hit—only it wasn't outside the ship, it was standing behind the desk, seething in the uniform of a captain.
Inside the room, the Chief Mate and Chief Engineer stood rigid, their faces tight, absorbing every brutal lash of their superior's wrath.
"You all signed that NDA! Swore to keep your fucking mouth shut! And now I get a goddamn call from the coast guard saying they've received an anonymous report?! Do I look like a fucking joke to you?!" Nick roared.
The tension in the room was suffocating—rage, betrayal, fear, and confusion thickened the air like smoke in a closed room.
