Damian sat on the chair in his office, the cool morning breeze drifting in through the window, calming the weather as it blended with the hum of the air conditioner.

He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his hands folded together, and his back balanced against the chair.

His expression was distant, and unreadable.

Meanwhile, Vincent stood nearby, at attention, maintaining the serious posture he always kept, his head slightly bowed.

"Hey," Damian said.

His voice came out low and ...