Duties Of The 3rd Prince Of Hell

The day had dragged on, exhaustion settling into the office like the Chicago dusk creeping through the blinds. Olivia stretched at her desk, sighing in relief as she powered down her computer. Vanessa was stuffing case files into her bag, and Evelyn stood by the door, scrolling through her phone.

Dylan, however, wasn't moving. He stood by the window, eyes narrowed at the parking lot below. Two black sedans idled in the dimly lit lot, their engines humming softly in the evening chill.

He recognized the cars. Not by make or model, but by presence.

They didn't belong to anyone from the firm. And they sure as hell weren't here by accident.

Still, Dylan said nothing.

"Ready to go?" Evelyn's voice broke the silence.

Dylan turned, his expression easy as if nothing had changed. 

"Yeah. I'll walk you three to your car."