Adrian stepped aggressively in front of Nina, inserting his body between her and the open car door like a human barricade. He fixed his glare on the large, silent man in the dark suit, his jaw tight with indignation. "Who are you?"
The man didn't reply. He didn't even turn his head to acknowledge Adrian's presence. His eyes remained fixed forward, completely professional, his arm still holding the car door open with absolute, steady precision… as if it were the only task that mattered in the world.
It was as if Adrian didn't exist, a ghost shouting at a wall that couldn't hear him.
