Brian's POV The moment I stepped into the security office, I knew something was wrong. The man sitting across the table wasn't nervous. He wasn't angry. He wasn't trying to escape. He was… relaxed. Almost amused. Two security guards were standing behind him. His hands were cuffed in front of him. Yet he was sitting there as if he was waiting for an old friend.I closed the door behind me. “Leave us.”The guards hesitated. “Mr. Adrian—”“I said leave.”They exchanged a glance before stepping outside. The lock clicked. Now it was just the two of us.The man smiled. “Took you long enough.”I didn't respond. Instead, I pulled a chair across from him and sat down. “Name.”He shrugged. “You can call me Daniel.”“You can tell me your real name.”“I could.” He leaned back. “I’m not going to.”Fine. “We found a camera in your possession.”“You did.”“You were photographing Ms. Harper.”“I was.”Still calm. Still cooperative. None of it made sense. Most people would deny, panic or ask for a la
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