Liam quickly steadied his breathing. His fingers trembled only slightly as he carefully placed the parchment back into the empty velvet-lined compartment, sliding it shut with a muted click.
Then he straightened his suit jacket, adjusted his cuffs, and turned back.
Mason and Nick stood a short distance away, their posture unchanged but their eyes sharper than usual.
Though they have no idea what he had seen, the air around him told them enough.
"Let's go," Liam said quietly.
His voice was calm. Too calm, even.
The attendant appeared almost instantly, as if summoned by the subtle press of the bell Liam hadn't touched. And his bow was deeper this time.
"Monsieur, if you would follow me."
They retraced their steps through the labyrinth of corridors. The security checkpoints unfolded in reverse order, each one acknowledging the platinum Geneva Crest card with soft chimes and green lights. Guards stepped aside with their gazes lowered in subtle deference.
