The glass shattered before Dr. Frill could even blink.
Isaac Volkner.
He was a man known for his composed and ruthless brilliance, but in this moment, he was anything but composed. He was a storm of fury, a man possessed. His office had been reduced to a war zone of broken monitors, overturned furniture, and documents fluttering like dead leaves in a violent tempest.
And yet, Dr. Frill remained standing in the center of it all, arms stiff at his sides, shoulders slightly hunched.
He'd been through disasters before—Nero Labs had burned to the ground with him in it—but this? This was different. He wasn't sure if he had stepped into the lair of a corporate genius or a madman on the edge of a breakdown.
