KYL'S POV

The knock on my office door wasn’t polite, it was rash, the kind of knock meant to break a door off its hinges.

I barely had time to look up from the security footage looping on my screen before Brian stormed into my office, his tie loose, his jaw clenched, and something dangerous burning behind his eyes.

“Kyl,” he snapped, voice sharp as cut glass, “what the hell is going on?”

I leaned back in my chair slowly, deliberately, pretending to be calm, ...