Although Axel was more than ready to confront that bastard, the universe, as usual, had other plans.
The man was abroad.
That single piece of information was enough to darken Axel's entire mood.
He sat behind his desk, fingers tapping slowly against the polished surface. The sound was steady, controlled, yet the tension beneath it was impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze remained fixed ahead, irritation clearly burning in his eyes.
Dylan, standing nearby, observed his boss carefully.
Years of friendship had taught him exactly how to read Axel's silence, but years of working as his head secretary had taught him something even more important: when and how to speak.
"Sir," Dylan began cautiously, his tone calm and respectful, "do you wish to go after him?"
Axel's fingers stopped tapping. The sudden stillness made the room feel heavier.
For a moment, Axel said nothing. His gaze lowered slightly, his expression tightening as he considered the question.
