Damon was just a few steps from the door when the sound completely interrupted his movement, causing his body to react even before his mind could consciously process the situation. Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside with enough speed and weight to indicate urgency, and urgency in that kind of environment rarely came with good news for someone who shouldn't be there. In a single fluid movement, he shifted out of direct line of sight to the entrance, sliding behind a tall bookcase laden with books and boxes of documents, positioning himself at an angle where his silhouette blended into the shadows cast by the dim lighting of the office, while he instinctively controlled his breathing, reducing any noise that could betray him at that critical moment.
