Chapter 5 - The ConfrontationThe heavy door swung open, and the overhead lights flickered on.
Standing in the doorway was Daniel Dodd. He was a tall man in his late thirties, wearing an expensive tailored trench coat, his hair wet from the rain. His face twisted into a sneer the moment his eyes landed on Clara—and then shifted to me.
“Clara,” Daniel said smoothly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “I had a feeling you’d try something desperate tonight. But bringing the grocery boy? Really?”
I stepped in front of Clara, shielding her. “Step back, Dodd.”
Daniel chuckled coldly, taking off his gloves. “Or what, Jake? You’ll hit me? I’m a partner at this firm. You’re a guy who carries paper bags up four flights of stairs for a living. You don't belong in this room.”
“I belong wherever she needs me,” I said quietly, my voice cold and unyielding.
Daniel’s eyes narrowed. He reached into his coat coat pocket, pulling out a smartphone. “I’m calling security. Breaking and entering, theft of firm documents. You’re both going to jail.”
Before he could dial, the office door burst open again.
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Marcus Webb stepped into the office, holding a tablet and wearing a high-visibility maintenance vest. Behind him stood the building’s head security officer.
“Actually, Mr. Dodd,” Marcus said with a wide grin, “you’re the one who’s in trouble.”
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