The concierge disappeared before security could catch him.
Vanished.
Identity wiped.
Records erased.
Like he never existed.
That was when Alexander made a decision.
No more internal handling.
No more quiet control.
At midnight, a private detention room was activated inside the hotel's lower security level.
Sophia stood outside as two security officers dragged in a man—
Another employee.
Different department.
But linked through internal communication logs.
Emily watched through the glass.
Her stomach tightened.
"Is this necessary?" she asked quietly.
Alexander didn't look away.
"Yes."
Inside the room, the man broke quickly.
Too quickly.
"They told me it was just information—just schedules—I didn't know about the fire—"
"Who told you?" Alexander asked through the speaker.
The man shook.
"I don't know his real name… only a contact… they call him 'Director'…"
Silence.
Alexander's eyes darkened.
That name meant something.
And whatever it meant—
It wasn't small.