The next morning, Julius woke up in his own bed for the first time in days. The room was familiar, quiet, empty. But it wasn't comforting. He reached for his phone.
The screen lit up. No new messages. No missed calls. Nothing from Harrison. He opened his contacts and pressed call.
The phone rang three times, then went to voicemail. He hung up. He opened his messages. [Are you OK?] Send. [Are you awake?] Send.
The messages showed as delivered. Then read. But no reply came. Julius set the phone down. Fine. If Harrison wanted to play silent, so be it.
He got ready for work and left the house. His driver was already waiting outside. The ride to the office was quiet. Julius spent most of it staring out the window, his mind somewhere else entirely.
When he arrived at Vane Global Holdings, Sarah was waiting. "Good morning, sir." "Morning," Julius replied. "Sir, urgent news about today's meeting."
