The Walker Corporation headquarters stood like a monument in the center of the financial district.
Glass. Steel. Power.
From the outside, the building looked calm and controlled, just like the family that owned it. Employees moved efficiently through the lobby. Executives stepped in and out of elevators with practiced confidence. Everything about the place reflected discipline and order.
Inside, however, Kendrick Walker was discovering that control was becoming harder to maintain.
He stood in his private office, staring out at the skyline through the massive windows behind his desk. The city stretched endlessly below, busy and alive. Normally, the view grounded him. It reminded him of responsibility, structure, and purpose.
Today, it only reminded him of one thing.
Somewhere in that massive city, Damian Roberts was hiding.
Kendrick rubbed the back of his neck slowly.
This is ridiculous.
