Damien Blackwood povThe city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce as Austin navigated the evening traffic with his usual quiet precision. I sat in the rear seat, laptop open on my lap, attempting to focus on the quarterly reports glowing on the screen. Numbers, projections, investor proposals — all of it should have demanded my full attention. Instead, the words refused to settle. I had read the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single figure.Austin’s eyes met mine briefly in the rearview mirror. He had been with me long enough to notice the smallest shift in my demeanor.“You’ve read the same page three times, sir,” he said calmly, voice carrying that fatherly concern he rarely voiced but never fully hid.I didn’t look up. “I know.”Chase Morgan, seated in the front passenger seat with a tablet balanced on his lap, glanced over his shoulder. “Is there a problem with the report, Mr. Blackwood?”“No,” I replied, closing the laptop with a soft click.
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