“What is she doing here?” I pushed the chair back, then stood, not wasting a second more before heading out.
Finn followed behind, hand on his earpiece, probably being communicated. “She's not alone sir, she has guards following and-and the police?”
“Police?” I frowned.
What did she need that for?
For a second my blood felt cold. Did she find out about my men taking Imogen's hair and performing a DNA test without consent?
Even if she did, why would she want to cause such a scene about it?
We walked into the elevator that moved straight to the first floor.
I could already feel the tension the second I stepped out.
Workers were piled, their heads bowed like they weren't sure if to intervene or run away.
Some were filming whatever was happening.
In the distance, Lisa stood, calm a
