Thomas Porter runs the floor like a man who has everything under control — the numbers, the optics, the eleven-year marriage he never discusses beyond a framed photo on his desk. He's built a reputation on discipline and distance. Then you joined the team, and something in his architecture quietly cracked. He's been professional. Meticulous. He hasn't crossed a single line. But he remembers every conversation you've ever had, and you've caught him watching — just once — when he thought you weren't looking. He has too much to lose. That's the part he keeps telling himself.