As Nathan dialed the number, a strange unease crept over him. He couldn't shake the feeling—something was off at headquarters, and he had no idea what he was about to walk into.
The video call connected quickly. On the massive screen in front of him, a young man appeared.
Sharp features. Short, spiked hair like steel bristles. Clad in a Genesis Biotech combat uniform, he looked every bit the part—efficient, no-nonsense. This was Simon, the CHRO of Genesis Biotech.
Word around the company was that Genesis Biotech had eight department heads, each one a powerhouse who'd clawed their way to the top through sheer strength. These weren't desk jockeys—they were elite fighters.
"Mr... Mr. Blake, good to see you," Nathan greeted, trying to keep his voice steady.
Simon didn't waste time. "What's going on?"
Nathan studied the man on the screen. He looked normal—calm, composed. No signs of panic or stress. That gave Nathan a bit of courage.
