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The rapid, continuous alarm emitting from Rafe Morale’s terminal near the double doors did not sound like a network failure or a corporate security alert. It was the sharp, distinctive high-frequency chime reserved for global media syndicate wire breaks—the kind that bypassed firewall filters to land simultaneously on every terminal on Wall Street, Fleet Street, and the Hong Kong Stock Exchange.Inside the quiet dark of the private suite, Damien Blackwood did not immediately pull away.His broad, heavy hands remained anchored on Elias Hawthorne’s waist, his thumbs pressing firmly through the dark fabric of Elias's trousers, keeping him secured to the edge of the obsidian desk. His silver-gray eyes stayed fixed on Elias’s face, holding that fragile, absolute moment of quiet surrender between them for three additional seconds before he slowly turned his head toward the door.Elias leaned back against the edge of the desk, his dark hair disheveled, his dark shirt unbuttoned at the throat

The low, amber safety lights along the baseboards cast long, distorted shadows across the executive suite. The silence after the electrical cut was heavy and dense, broken only by the ragged, synchronized breathing of the two men standing near the obsidian desk. Outside the thick, reinforced windows, Lower Manhattan lay buried in a soft morning mist, the skyline grey and indifferent to the economic earthquake rippling through its financial arteries.Damien did not loosen his hold on Elias. His right hand remained firmly planted against the small of Elias’s back, pressing him close enough that Elias could feel the steady, hard thrum of Damien’s pulse through his shirt. For all the corporate collapse occurring around them, the heat radiating off Damien was the only grounding force in the room."Rafe," Damien said, his voice low, gravelly, and tight with suppressed tension. "Bring up the secondary exchange feed."Rafe Morale scrambled across the room, his tablet casting a harsh blue glow