Josie's POV
I stood behind the one way glass inside Alexander's private security level, my arms folded tightly as I stared into the interrogation room below.
The man who had fired the gun earlier was tied to a metal chair bolted to the floor, his expensive suit wrinkled and stained with sweat.
The arrogance he carried in the ballroom had vanished completely. Now he looked small, like a cornered animal trying to pretend it wasn't terrified.
Bright white lights hung directly above him, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls and making it impossible for him to see anything beyond the glass panel where I stood watching.
He shifted constantly in the chair, his eyes darting around the room as if hoping someone might appear to rescue him.
But no one was coming. This part of the
