Chapter 68 Pressures of the night part 1

Adrian sat at his desk, bathed in the muted glow of the suite's floor-to-ceiling windows. The night stretched beyond the glass, thick with inky darkness. He absently rubbed the corners of his eyes, eyes that hadn't seen sleep in over 24 hours. The presidential suite, once a haven of luxury, had turned into a command center. Papers were strewn about