Julian resists just long enough to make it visible.Then security escorts him toward the exit.Glass doors close behind him.For the first time—He is the one removed.
The sound echoes up the stairwell.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Final.
Evelyn exhales slowly, but her body hasn’t caught up with the decision her mouth made minutes ago. Her pulse is still sprinting. Her palms still damp against the polished desk.
A staff member lingers in the doorway. “He’s off the premises.”
“I know.” Her voice doesn’t shake.
The building shifts around her—subtle but real. Conversations resume. Keycards swipe. Footsteps return to rhythm. An incident contained. Logged. Filed.
Downstairs, Marcus remains in the lobby longer than necessary.
Through the internal security feed displayed on the wall monitor, she
