He didn't plan to say anything important.
That was the truth of it. He had come to the building because Seren had texted him we have a problem the previous afternoon and then gone completely silent, and Juno had spent the night running worst-case scenarios until he'd decided that action was better than waiting, and action currently looked like showing up at Draxen Global with a bag of food and an excuse to be in the lobby.
The excuse was Seren.
Seren, it turned out, was in a meeting.
So Juno was sitting in the lobby with a tote bag on his lap and twenty minutes to wait, which was twenty minutes more than he was comfortable with right now.
"Mr. Marcell."
He looked up.
Damien.
