Chapter 4 - Security Forces Brandon Outward
Four burly private security guards dressed in crisp black suits stepped forward from the shadows of the hotel entrance.
Their leader, a stern-faced veteran named Marcus, placed his hand firmly on the holster of his belt.
“Mr. Moretti, hotel management and the board of directors are revoking your access immediately,” Marcus stated coldly.
“You can’t do this to me! I am the keynote sponsor of this entire charity gala!” Brandon yelled frantically.
“Not anymore, sir... your corporate sponsorships have all been terminated via emergency board vote,” Marcus replied evenly.
Two guards grabbed Brandon roughly by his charcoal tuxedo shoulders, spinning him around toward the grand double doors.
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Brandon kicked and thrashed, but his expensive leather shoes slipped on the puddle of spilled champagne.
They dragged him across the polished floor past the ruined pyramid, his stylish black bow tie coming completely undone.
