pointed and whispered, but Evan moved through the crowd with an aura that commanded silence.
Waiting at the security exit was a tall, athletic man wearing a tailored navy coat over a dark suit. He advanced at once, taking Evan’s suitcase with a crisp, practiced motion.
“Good morning, Mr. Cole,” the man said, casting a brief, assessing glance toward the pale woman beside him. “The vehicle is waiting at the lower curb, and Marcus has secured the conference floor.”
“Thank you, Raymond,” Evan replied as they headed toward the glass elevators leading to the lower level. “Has Daniel Whitmore arrived at the building yet, or is he still at the downtown branch?”
“He arrived twenty minutes ago with his personal attorney,” Raymond answered, pressing the button for the garage level. “He tried to dismiss the security staff, but our team had already taken custody of the servers.”
Darla listened to
