Nick was buried in his laptop, eyes sharp, fingers moving like weapons across the keyboard, when Oliver barged into his temporary office without knocking.
"My, my… I never imagined seeing you chained to a computer after hours," Oliver drawled with amusement as he sauntered toward the desk.
"Go away, Ollie. Can't you see I'm busy?" Nick muttered, not sparing him a glance.
Oliver smirked, leaning one hand on the edge of the desk. "Busy, yes. But not too busy for this. Your girl—she's in trouble."
Nick froze mid-keystroke. The change in him was immediate... Tense shoulders, clenched jaw, the dangerous calm before a storm. Slowly, he shut his laptop, eyes narrowing at Oliver. "What happened to Georgia?"
