The corridor was very quiet.
He thought about Harold. Harold who had been rage and noise and direct attacks that could be tracked and countered. Harold who had made mistakes because he couldn't see past his own anger.
Victoria wasn't angry.
Or maybe she was. But the anger was underneath something else entirely. Something colder and more deliberate and considerably more difficult to get ahead of.
"Don't respond to it," he said.
"I wasn't going to."
"Don't mention it to anyone at the hospital. Don't change your routine." He paused. "Just come home normally. Same time. Same route."
"You're going to have Marcus trace it."
"Already texted him."
A pause. "Damien."
"Yes."
"She's very good at this," Aria said quietly. Not afraid. Just,,,,,honest. The particular honesty she had about difficult things, the refusal to make them smaller than they were.
"So are you," he said.
She was quiet for a moment.
"I'll see you tonight," she said.
He went back into his meeting.
