The assistant's head snapped towards his boss, taking in the hard lines etched across Desmond's face. It wasn't often that Rick saw his boss this tense, his usually calm demeanor riddled with traces of unease. A gnawing sense of curiosity and concern crept into his thoughts.
"What exactly is happening?" Rick wondered silently. Desmond. Uf had been relentless these past few days, hopping from city to city, meeting unseen faces in hidden places.
He had never seen Desmond like this—not even when the Allen board threatened his influence years ago. Rick hadn't been present the day Desmond visited Davis in the hospital, so the cause of this sudden anxiety remained unknown to him. Still, his instincts screamed that something was unraveling fast.
Recalling his instructions on phone asking him to arrange a press conference and also to arrange a legal team, his heart skipped a beat and his brow furrowed.
