Tristan had already put the pieces together, his pupils blown wide with shock and terror. "Serena, you, you told me he was some grunt hauling bricks on a site, the lowest of the low. How could he possibly..."
He instinctively backed away, ready to bolt. Harrison raised a hand, and two rows of guards outside sealed the doors so tightly not even air could slip through.
"What are you doing? Even if you..."
Another wave of Harrison's hand and several men stepped forward, flanking Tristan on either side, their eyes sharp on him. He was so shaken he didn't dare say another word and clamped his mouth shut.
At Harrison's signal, the assistants brought the black cases forward. "Mr. Thorne, everything you asked for is here."
I nodded and picked up the microphone, looking down at the stunned fac
