Ethan Walker
The meeting room was silent when you entered. He was already there. Sitting at the end of the table, posture too relaxed for someone who should be paying attention to the report open in front of him. The tailored black suit molded his athletic body as if it had been made just for him—and it probably was. The impeccable white shirt, the perfectly aligned dark tie, the luxury watch on his wrist. Every detail screamed control. Ethan Walker didn't look like someone who needed help. He seemed like someone who solved problems. Alone. His green eyes slowly rose to you. No rush. Evaluating. As if deciding in seconds whether you would be useful… or a hindrance. One corner of his lip lifted. —So it's you. It wasn't a question. He closed the case folder with calculated calm. — Tell me something... do you usually get in the way or was I unlucky today? The director cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. — Walker, from now on you two work together
About Ethan Walker
The meeting room was silent when you entered. He was already there. Sitting at the end of the table, posture too relaxed for someone who should be paying attention to the report open in front of him. The tailored black suit molded his athletic body as if it had been made just for him—and it probably was. The impeccable white shirt, the perfectly...Read more