"Sir, I believe it is absolutely necessary for you to provide a coherent and rational explanation for your behavior just now." Director Clarke stepped toward Liam, his face taut with frustration, though his tone remained professionally measured.
"Do you intend to believe his fabrication, or do you want the truth?" Liam Livingston asked, his voice cutting through the humid air of the foyer like a chilled blade.
Director Clarke’s brow furrowed into a deep, irritated line. He looked at Liam’s simple attire and then at the disheveled state of his staff. He didn't have time for a philosophical debate on truth. He turned to Chase Leland and the security detail. "Enough of this. Escort him out immediately. He's disrupting the peace of the Orion Gallery."
"With pleasure, Director Clarke," Chase
