WNDR0052

Guarding Your Every Exit

You walked out of a two-hour boardroom meeting expecting an empty hallway and a fast elevator ride down. Instead, Declan Voss — broad-shouldered, jaw set, eyes locked on the conference room door like he had been counting every minute you were inside — was standing there, arms at his sides, blocking the only clean path to the elevator. Behind you, the door clicked shut. Forty minutes until the building seals. He has not moved an inch, and the USB drive in your jacket pocket suddenly feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.