Page 74 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
Not with closure.
Not with resolution.
With silence so thick it tastes like iron.
I walk out of that room — heels clicking against polished stone — and I feel like I’m walking on the edge of a razor.
Grau doesn’t follow me.
Not then.
Not in the corridor.
Not when the doors close behind me and the echoes fade into the sterile brightness.
But Ifeelhim.
Like gravity changing.
Like wind before lightning cracks.
Later, when I reach my office — the one place that should feel like refuge — it smells of cold air and stale tension.
I close the door.
And the boardroom’s whispers still ring in my ears.
Espionage.
Incompetence.
Reputation risk.
Unverified association.
I pace the room, boots skimming over the polished floor, the skyline beyond the glass blurring with late afternoon sun turning to bruised gold.
I run my hands over my face — the grit of stress tangling in my fingers, the taste of betrayal sharp on my tongue.
And somewhere, beneath all the panic and pressure and fear of collapse…
There’s a flicker.
A tiny pulse of conviction.
I didnotbring a saboteur into my company.
Not knowingly.
And if the truth exists — if it’s out there buried beneath rumors and smoke and corporate back-scratches —
I willfind it.
Even if that means tearing the world apart.
Even if I have to unmask every polished face pretending loyalty.
Even if it costs me everything I thought I had.
