Chapter 3 - THE PARKING GATE TRAP
Down in the subterranean garage, the heavy steel security barrier slammed down with a deafening hydraulic thud, blocking Julian’s luxury sports sedan. Tyres squealed on the smooth concrete as Julian slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision with the reinforced iron gate.
"What is wrong with these incompetent hotel workers?" Julian growled, furiously tapping his horn while shifting the car into park. "Don't they know who I am?"
Veronica leaned back against the leather seat, adjusting the cowl neck of her emerald silk dress while checking her lipstick in the vanity mirror. She let out a soft, dismissive chuckle that only fueled Julian's rising irritation.
"It's probably just some poor maintenance worker who made a mistake at the control board, babe," Veronica said casually, snapping her compact shut. "Just tell them you're the regional managing director for Vance Capital."
Julian opened his door and stepped out onto the concrete, his charcoal suit jacket unbuttoned as he marched toward the booth. He slammed his hand against the bulletproof glass, staring angrily at the two private security guards inside.
"Lift this gate right now!" Julian demanded, his voice echoing loudly in the enclosed basement garage. "I have a two-o'clock meeting with foreign investors at the Manhattan Club, and you are wasting my valuable time!"
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The head guard looked at Julian through the glass without a single flicker of emotion on his face. He pressed the intercom button, his voice broadcasting clearly through the external speaker.
"Mr. Julian Vance, your security clearance for this facility has been permanently revoked by executive order," the guard announced. "Please step away from the vehicle and leave the keys on the hood."
