Damian arrived at the office earlier than usual, his mood already sharp before he even stepped out of the car.
The drive had done nothing to settle his thoughts. Ava's face, aleep-deprived, hesitant and quietly vulnerable kept intruding no matter how hard he tried to push it away. He had told himself coming in early would help. Work always did it for him, it was another thing that distracted him.
But the moment he stepped into his office floor, he knew something was off.
Maxwell was already there.
He stood near the glass wall of Damian's office, his jcket still on and his coffee untouched in his hand. He looked up the second Damian entered, relief flashing briefly across his face before it was replaced by something closer to unease.
"You're early," Damian said, shrugging off his jacket.
Maxwell exhaled. "Good. I was about to call you."
That alone made Damian pause.
Maxwell never waited around unless something demanded immediate attention.
