Chapter 10 - Confrontation In The Marble Lobby
At 2:00 PM, my executive assistant tapped on my door, her face showing a mixture of concern and awkward hesitation.
“Ms. Mercer, Mr. Mercer is downstairs in the ground floor lobby,” she reported softly. “Security stopped him at the turnstiles, but he’s causing a scene.”
“He’s demanding to come up to the executive suite, claiming he owns fifty percent of this firm.”
I stood up from my desk, smoothing down my tailored white blazer, adjusting my watch with total, icy composure.
“Tell security to hold him right where he is,” I instructed calmly. “I’m coming down.”
I took the private executive elevator down to the main floor, stepping out into the vast, polished marble lobby of the skyscraper.
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Bradley stood near the glass security barrier, looking disheveled, wearing the same crumpled clothes from the night before, his hair unwashed.
Beside him stood Barbara, looking pale, her designer coat covered in dust, clutching her handbag like a shield as people stared at them.
