MAD“What?” I asked the security from the lobby, even though I heard him just right.“We’re dealing with the press right now, Mr. Shanewood. We’re aware Ms. Montimer is your guest,” said the security.“Then why the fuck are you still talking to me. My bodyguard is with her, isn’t he?”“Yes, sir. He’s taking her to the back exit as we speak.”“Then do me a favor. Don’t let anyone get inside this building unless they are tenants. Do you understand me?”“Yes, sir.”I hung up the phone, still shaking in anger. “Fuck!” How did this happen? I called Tara, but it kept ringing. I didn’t know if she was avoiding me or if she was still shocked and processing what had just happened in my building. I promised her privacy and safety, and I failed. I redialed, but she didn’t pick up. I called Nites, but his phone was busy. “Damn it, Nites, answer my call. I’m the one who writes your paycheck.”I paced in the living room and didn’t know what to do. “Oh, fuck.” Tara might have suspected I was the
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