The office was dark now, the blinds drawn and the lights dimmed to a faint amber glow.
Reece Oxford sat across from Huey, his posture relaxed despite the tension in the room. His brown hair fell in curtains over his face, two bangs framing features that were almost too calm. Orange highlights caught what little light remained, matching the accent stitching on his black Lionheart jacket.
His eyes were closed and they'd been closed the entire time.
"Mr. Cross," Reece said, in his usually warm and conversational tone. "Thank you for joining me."
Huey glanced at the two operatives flanking his chair. Both were built like refrigerators.
"Didn't realize I had a choice," he said.
Reece smiled. "You always have a choice and you just chose correctly."
"Where's Vice Dean Martinez?"
