The Slumdog Billionaire

97. New Senator’s Mistress

Chapter Ninety Seven

Henry’s phone buzzed sharply on his desk, piercing through the silence of his office. Glancing down, he saw Damon’s name flash across the screen, but when he answered, he was met with only ragged breaths and desperate gasps.

“Damon?” Henry’s voice rose, laced with urgency. “Are you… are you okay?”

Through the phone, he heard Damon’s strained voice, barely a whisper, as though each word took all the strength he had.

“Henry… please… I—”

The words faltered, then the line went silent except for Damon’s harsh, shallow breaths. Henry’s heart pounded, a knot of worry tightening in his chest. Without a second thought, he abandoned the stacks of paperwork before him, his hands moving on instinct as he activated the hidden switch for the private elevator in his office.

The elevator descended silently, cutting through floors to the underground exit reserved for the inner circle of the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM. Emerging into the dim light, he dialed an Uber and waited, every s