Off Limits
I had walked into the penthouse, put my walls back up, and delivered a cold, brutal speech that effectively shattered her trust, alienating the only woman I had ever desired right when she needed a protector the most.
"Mr. Ambrose," Vance’s voice dropped into a low, urgent frequency. "We are logging an active security event at the penthouse level. The primary entrance door to the residential wing has just sustained a manual override from an internal keypad."
My head snapped up, my blue eyes instantly freezing into a deadly, lethal focus. "Identify the operator."