DANNY POV

The elevator doors open with a polished ding that feels too bright for how the floor looks. Executive Level, 38th. The corridor is usually a sterile ribbon of white walls, glass offices, and quiet confidence — the kind of place where bad news never gets voiced above a whisper.

Today?

It feels… tampered with.

I step out first, Chloe behind me, and something crawls up the back of my neck the way it does right before a deal goes sideways in a room full of smiling ...