Delacroix ran a hand through his hair, wishing the information he had for Tim would be meaningful enough.
He thought working for Aurora was like walking on a thin rope until he met Tim. It's been a week since he met that man in person and since then, breathing hasn't been peaceful for him.
He was on Tim's side, but also on Aurora's. He knew they were once engaged but he doesn't know what their world looks like right now.
Delacroix adjusted the cuffs of his suit as he stood outside Tim's office, steadying his breath. The information in his hand felt insufficient, like holding a glass of water to a wildfire.
Well, he had to deliver it, especially now, when the tension around Aurora seemed to thicken by the day. Tim's reaction would determine if he'd give more information he has.
He knocked once, then let himself in.
