his face turning a blotchy red. He pointed a shaki

ng discreetly by the door, didn' t move a muscle.

voice cracking. "I am Michael Miller! I

are employees of Miller Corp. My brother is the CEO. If you don' t ob

board of half the security firms in this city. Y

ed still. They di

f the Miller family. The gears were turning, but th

riumphant smile

voice quiet but carrying abso

ediately snapp

taller one said. He addre

and purpose suddenly very intimidat

, looking back and forth between me and the guards

my heels clicking on the marble

iller died in a plane crash three years ago

sband very much. I would never let an imposter, a con artist who l

nal. He' s trespassing, and he' s brought these... pe

ho started screaming. The other scooped up the wailing tw

re panic on his face. "Ava, stop this

" I said, my voice turning to