Dylan's phone vibrated against his desk. He glanced down and immediately straightened when he saw the caller ID—Olivia.
He answered on the first ring.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice immediately softening, concerned coating every word.
There was a pause on the other end, the kind that hinted something was wrong.
"Can I come to your office?" she asked, her tone calm but heavy, almost weary.
Dylan's shoulders tensed. His eyes flicked instinctively to where Laura stood by the window, reviewing a file they had just gone over. His pulse quickened, not out of guilt, but because the timing couldn't have been worse. Or maybe… It was fate pushing him to the edge of his own secrets.
"Uh… now?" he hesitated, trying to sound casual. "I don't think that's advisable. I've got a meeting." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't entirely the truth either.
There was a beat of silence. Then Olivia sighed.
