The door to Damian's office swung open as William and Anna stepped in, arms full, shoulders tense, their eyes sharp with the urgency that came from sleepless nights and too much caffeine.
Damian did not look up immediately. He sat behind his desk, one leg crossed over the other, fingers loosely interlocked as though he had been waiting. The silence stretched just long enough to press down on them before he finally raised his gaze.
"You took your time," he said calmly.
William swallowed and set the files down with care. "We wanted to be thorough."
Anna nodded quickly, already pulling out a tablet. "We didn't bring guesses. Just things we could verify."
A faint smile touched the corner of Damian's lips. "Good. Start."
They exchanged a brief glance, and William went first.
He flipped open the first file and slid a printed timeline across the desk.
