Milo was still talking with Franc when Liam appeared at his side, his mask slightly askew from moving quickly across the room. He leaned down, his voice low enough that only Milo could hear him over the fading chatter of the boardroom.
"Milo. Mr. Portello wants you to step away from him. Now, please."
Milo blinked, caught off guard by the request, his eyes flicking briefly toward Franc before settling back on Liam. "Mr. Portello? But... why?"
"I don't know," Liam said, glancing quickly over his shoulder like he expected someone to be listening even though the room had mostly emptied. "He just called and asked me to move you. He sounded serious. I'm scared now."
Milo felt a small knot form in his stomach, an old, familiar instinct rising up in him—the instinct to obey first and ask questions never. He'd learned a long time ago that when someone in charge gave an order, hesitation only made things worse.
