The door closed with a soft, final click and silence, heavy and deliberate, pressed in the second Adrian Voss left, settling into the space. Even in his absence, his presence lingered, like the room had not quite adjusted yet. Noah did not move at first but his wrist was still aching faintly from the restraints, a ghost of the pressure lingering under the skin. The file was no longer in his hands, but the weight of what had just happened had not left him.“Do you have death wish?” Chase’s voice cut through the quiet, cold and flat, and Noah glanced up, exhaling slowly. “You don’t seem to know your place.”Chase was still standing near the desk, his shoulders were squared, jaw tight, and tension was coiled tight in his frame. The relaxed and almost amused version from earlier was gone, replaced by something sharper and colder. Irritation, sharp, controlled and personal as he just watched him.“Funny,” Noah said, huffing lightly under his breath as he rolled his shoulders and fliexed hi
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