The day dragged by more slowly than Elias wanted to admit. Connor had finally been extracted, practically dragged out by the collar by his long-suffering secretary, Mary, leaving behind only a faint echo of noise and perfume. The quiet that followed was almost blissful.
Victor, of course, was unbothered. He worked as if the hours were only there to amuse him, long fingers flicking through contracts on his tablet, murmuring low directives to staff who came and went. Every new arrival gave Elias a quick, curious glance before dutifully focusing on Victor, as if his mate were simply another piece of high-security equipment stationed near the desk.
