The automatic doors of his private quarters slid open with a muted hiss, and Dahmer stepped over the threshold, his boots dragging slightly on the polished floor. The journey back from the ancient Lukas estate had drained the last remnants of his superficial composure. When he entered the room, his silver instantly locked onto the massive bed in the center. Marcus was sitting rigidly in a chair by the bedside, his corporate jacket thrown over the backrest, his face pale and lined with an absolute, unyielding vigilance as he watched over his unconscious boss.
Dahmer didn't say a word at first. He walked forward until his shadow fell across the assistant's tablet. His face was entirely covered by the gray-charcoal mask .
"Leave us, Marcus," Dahmer commanded, his voice dropping into a low, rough whisper that carried a heavy, non-negotiable authority. "Go find Kaelan in the secondary lounge. I need to be entirely alone with him now."
