CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Anton's POV
My countenance changed the moment I turned away from Thea's room. I meant serious business and I had to deal with the situation at hand immediately. The false alarm had left a certain tension within the mansion and it was palpable.
"Viktor, tell everyone to meet me at the operations room now!" I said to Viktor over the phone. I dropped the call before he could say okay. By everyone, he knew I meant my top men. Before I got to the operations room, they were there. They understood what was at stake and they all stood up immediately I got in, their faces reflecting a mix of concern and readiness. I looked at them, one after another as I walked to my seat; Irina, Nikolai, Dmitri, Sergei, and Viktor were those present, each awaiting my directives.
"Sit down." I commanded after taking my seat. They all sat immediately, almost at the same time.
"Situation report," I demanded, sounding really firm.