The Search For The Truth
I stood slowly and turned to one of my senior staff members who had accompanied me that evening.
“Daniel, pull all security footage immediately,” I said. “Every floor, every corridor, no exceptions.”
Then I looked back at Edward.
“Take me to her,” I said.
He hesitated.
“She’s currently working,” he replied.
I shook my head slightly.
“No,” I said. “She’s being hidden. You can either show me where she is, or I can have this entire building reviewed by external investigators within the hour. Choose carefully.”
For the first time, something shifted in his expression.
Not recognition of me personally.
But recognition of what my name represented.
Ownership.
Authority.
Consequence.
He turned.
And I followed.
