David walked past Alexander without another glance, as though the matter had already been decided long before this moment.
The doors closed behind him. Silence settled heavily in the space he left behind.
Alexander did not move.
He stood there, his gaze fixed on those doors, his breath gradually evening out as the sharp edge of anger receded. What replaced it was something colder, steadier, and infinitely more persistent.
Because anger could be restrained. It could be reasoned with.
But this… This was resolve.
And resolve did not wait for permission. It found a way.
His jaw tightened slightly as he stepped back, his mind already shifting, already mapping possibilities with quiet precision. If the front entrance was closed to him, then it was nothing more than a problem to be solved.
