Chapter 54 Terminal Desires Ch4

• He showed her everything. Every inch of the terminal he owned, starting with the feeds. From the surveillance office, Derek pulled up camera after camera, explaining angles, times, shifts, and how the dead zones worked. The blind spots.
• "That corner near the service elevator? No cam. That break room on level three? Only records when someone hits the emergency door. Utility closet behind the international gates? Dead zone."
• Lena watched him, chin propped on her fist, eyes flicking over the monitors, pretending to absorb the information. But her real attention was locked on the sharp flex of his jaw, the quiet rage still simmering in his posture, and the hunger just under his skin.