The voices drifted through the corridor of the Alpha tower, careless and unguarded, unaware of the presence standing just beyond the glass. Two pack staff lingered too close to the boundary of discretion, their chatter carrying with it the sharp edges of gossip that should never have been spoken within these walls.
"Is it true that Miss Tillman worked as a hostess five years ago?" one of them asked, her tone lowered but still laced with curiosity.
Elliot's steps slowed the moment the words reached him, his instincts tightening like a drawn wire. He paused behind the glass, his gaze sharpening, his attention locking onto the conversation as the faint pressure of dominance subtly radiated from him, unnoticed by those too absorbed in their own voices.
