The silence inside the mansion was thick, and Damien's every breath echoed too loudly against the steel and glass walls. The air felt heavier now. Something was off.
He moved quickly toward the front door, gripping the knob and twisting hard.
But it was locked. “Fuck!” He whispered.
He turned to the windows, sprinting to one near the entryway. The reinforced glass was bulletproof. Nothing short of an explosion could shatter it.
"Miranda!" Damien called. "Unlock the doors."
"Request denied. You do not have administrative access."
Damien slammed his fist against the window. "James!"
A moment later, a soft beep echoed through the house.
“Initiating direct connection... James Bennett on the line."
“Damien.” James' voice flowed in like silk as he appeared on all screens in the house.
“You son of a —“
“Language.” James chimed in. “You might want to be holy before you die, maybe you can make it to heaven.”
“What are you doing?” Damien snapped.
“Nice house, isn’t it?” James said, gesturing l
