Damien huffed privately at the words Spencer was saying, it sounded like he was trying to impress his father with changes and improvements, probably airy plans that had no real consequence. He didn't know if his old man bought it or was just humoring the kid as part of the scheme Damien was convinced he was part of. There was no other reason a short, white trash kid became the head of his security. It was a joke.

And finally he got the dismissal so he left without even a backward glance to see if Spencer followed. The other will if he knew what way good for him.

Soon he heard the quiet echo of a second pair of loafers to his footsteps, softer than his own on. Spencer's steps were lighter, he noticed, barely audible despite the loud resonance of the tiles in a way Damien never managed. He pushed it out of his mind, wishing just too get away from the west wing as quickly as possible. He relaxed slightly once they got away.

"You should quit now," Damien said when they were back in the main building. The security office was on the main floor near the back, which was where Damien was headed. "I don't care how good you think you are, I'm not interested in getting killed along with you."