Roman texted first.Elias stared at the message for a full minute before answering. Two words: *Your move.*He almost ignored it. Almost told himself the debt was his to call in, not Roman’s to prompt. Instead he sent an address and a time. His office, after hours. The building would be empty. The glass walls of his corner office looked out over the river; at night the city lights turned the glass into a mirror.Roman arrived at 10:40. He wore the same black sweater and jeans as the last time, like he’d decided the suits no longer mattered. Elias didn’t get up from behind the desk. He watched Roman close the door, heard the soft click of the lock, and kept his voice level.“You don’t get to decide when this happens.”Roman walked to the center of the room and stopped. “I didn’t decide. I just reminded you it wasn’t finished.”Elias stood. He came around the desk slowly, stopping close enough that Roman had to tip his chin to hold eye contact. The air between them felt charged the way
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