Jason took the stairs two at a time, his pulse spiking, the echo of his shoes pounding against the ground as he shouted for his men. No one seemed eager to make eye contact with him. "Davies!" Jason barked, spotting his head of security near the main corridor. "Where the hell is everyone? I sent three messages."Davies muttered something about the front gates, that no one had been allowed near the interview room per request. ""What the hell are you talking about? Your job is to watch her and keep her safe!""A Tiffany Langley came by, sir. She showed us a letterhead memo from you stating that she and the Lady of the house, Miss Torres, needed complete privacy for the afternoon. No interruptions, and no security guards around to hear any private information they would talk about during the interview. We were told to guard the perimeter only."Jason's blood ran cold. "Show me that letter. Now.""It's—it's at the gate house, sir.""Then someone better be running to get it." Jason's eye
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